Red Rock & Fry Bread

Sunrise in New Mexico

Without a doubt, when we’re westward ho Day Six is the scenic showstopper on this seven day journey.

It started in Edgewood, New Mexico.

Comfort Inn parking lot gardens—so pretty.

Roughly six hours of road time, all on Interstate 40, took us through countless glorious vistas, finishing high in Flagstaff AZ.

But first things first.

Morning walk with Timi on blue.

Everything is different out here. The plants, the rocks, the critters.

Mysterious pink parking lot flower-pods. Tuberosa?

We set off around 9:15 AM, and the next thing we knew, we were on a movie set!

Mountain pass outside of Grants, NM, where “gusty winds may exist”.
Geologic time written in stone.

Because I am retiring my snowbird wings and this may be my very last drive through this part of the country, I made time for a scenic stop at Red Rock Park in Gallup, NM.

Park entrance.
Trusty “Busty”, my indomitable little 2021 Forester, in shady repose at Red Rock Park.
Indeed, the rocks are magnificent.

It so happened there was a rodeo going on at the park, and the temperature was pushing 90, so we didn’t stay long. I did see a lot of handsome young Cowboys and Cowgirls walking around, and stalls full of fabulous horses, though, which was fun.

Horse stalls under red rocks.

Being there was very peaceful and calming.

Church Rock, a natural stupa (as noted by Zack). I would’ve liked to do the short hike up to the rock, but it was too hot to leave Clyde in the car, so I took this fuzzy photo from afar. 

The park is only about a five minute detour off the highway. Totally worth it if you ever pass this way. 

OBC selfie at Red Rock Park.

Feeling refreshed from the natural beauty, we continued on through New Mexico and into Arizona.

The wind was really starting to pick up by then, too, adding an element of challenge.

A little after noon it was time for lunch and another stop, this time at Chee’s Navajo Trading Post and traditional snacks shack.

Chee’s Trading Post
Love the colorful history.

At Chee’s, I ordered some Navajo fry bread (Plain, $5) for the first time ever.

OMG. It did not disappoint. 😋👍🏼

The wind was really picking up by now, so I had to eat my Fry Bread in the car. Warm and crispy… So good!

If you’ve ever had fried dough at the fair, Navajo Fry Bread is a similar sensation—but much fresher and tastier, made in a deeply seasoned cast-iron pan instead of a questionable deep fryer, and far superior in my opinion. Yum!

Navajo Fry Bread❤️

After that delightful gustatory experience, we got back on the road and, I must admit,  were pushed around quite a bit during the final 130 miles of Day Six.

Near the end, there was so much windblown dust in the air I could barely make out Mount Humphrey—Flagstaff’s signature peak, and the highest in the state—on the approach.

Nonetheless we arrived safely. Spent the night in a cozy bed. And are ready to be home soon on Day Seven.

Yippee!

P E A C E

See you in California!

🌿🦉🌵💛OBC

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