Our next stop on the trip was Moab in Utah. It was our longest journey in the car yet — just over hours (not including stops). Before we left Phoenix I had discovered that all the mandatory tours for Antelope Canyon were totally booked up. All visitors must be accompanied by a guide. I had forgotten it was Memorial Day weekend, and therefore MEGA busy everywhere. We decided we would go straight to Monumental Valley and find the dividing line between Arizona and Utah. It was a pretty dreary drive, thanks to the adjacent storms in California. Luckily it only made the passing colours pop more.
Unfortunately there was no big sign indicating the threshold of the adjoining states, but Monumental Valley was one of the best stops on our trip. While waiting in the entrance queue, there was a seemingly stray dog with a cloudy left eye roaming around the cars looking for food. It tugged on my heartstrings and I hoped that he had a loving home somewhere.
Once inside, it was a wild ride up and down winding dirt roads, dodging other road-hogging motorized vehicles, all for a close-up view of these crazy rock structures.
After a good hour of bobbing up and down and wondering if our rental car would make it up the next slippy dirt path, we headed back onto the highway, hoping to make it to Moab before nightfall.