Yesterday Nathan and I drove down to Flagstaff. As the crow flies it should be about 3 hours to get there, but there's this pesky thing called the Grand Canyon in the way, so it ended up being a 5 1/2 hour drive. Just one way. Reason? Enrolling in a masters program in the UK allowed Nathan to avoid taking the GRE test, but now that we're back in the states applying for a PhD program, the GRE crept back into our lives. He could have talken it right here in St. George, but they didn't have a testing date until later, and he needed to take it sooner. Thus: Flagstaff, AZ. Luckily that 5 hour drive looked like this:
I did some research before we went so I'd have something to do while poor Nathan took his 3 hour test and I came across Walnut Canyon. It was a beautiful spot off of Route 66 20 miles away from the testing center. It was a short hike into the canyon to see cave dwellings where Native Americans used to live. Cool huh? And only 5 bucks.
I was absessed with the tree above. I took a million pictures... it was just so cool and knobbly.
My first snow (and maybe/probably last) of this fall/winter!
I propped the camera up on a rock and set up the self-timer. Hiking alone isn't as lame as I thought it would be. It's pretty zen. And I'd pass other people every 2 minutes or so. And I heard an animal sniffing around. Hopefuly it wasn't a cougar... but I guess it was full because it didn't bother me.
Can you see the dwellings in the cliffside above? It's identical to the illustration below.
I'm in a cliff dwelling!!!
I got my kicks.... you know the rest. :)
