In the past 24 hours I have seen an overturned concrete truck, a blinding rainstorm, a gentle sunset in Monument Valley, incredible red rocks in the morning sun, the San Juan River twisting upon itself, a rock that looks like a Mexican's Hat, and the fertile fields and valleys near Cortez and Mancos, Colorado.

I've chatted with an English woman who was suddenly orphaned by a German bomb hitting her home in Sussex in 1943. She had left that morning to go to her school for the day.

The English woman was part of a group of 44 British elderly folks who seeing most of the National Parks in the West in a 3 week period in a tour bus. Amazing!

Then I talked with two amiable guys standing by their pickup, who, when asked "What are you two going to do today?" replied, "We are just going to stand here and BS each other all day!"

After about four hours of myriads of buttes and mesas and rivers, I arrived at the Durango home of my very erudite and fun friends, Herb and Enid where I'll stay until Monday.

Now I have a little time to relax off the road, get some good pictures of the San Juan Mountains and to enjoy my friends.

I'll be posting more shots of Monument Valley etc. later as time permits, but until then you must click next to see an incredible sight!