Finally- Grand Cannyon

Mexican hat

We drove heading to Grand Canyon, we were very tired particularly after we had a lunch, sometimes became impossible to stay wake, specially on a motorbike.

It was an amazing experience. We were stunned with the size of the Grand Canyon. We spent only few hours driving around and taking some pictures and head to monument t valley (Utah). We were lucky the weather was good and wasn’t too hot.

We had to drive few miles across the desert and after 2 hours we had to stop because of a road work. We waited for around 30 minutes and they let us drive again however our motorbike broke down. Just when we stopped and started fixing the motorbike the weather started changing and got very dark and very windy.

Just in seconds it started a sand storm, our things started flying in the air because of the wind, and we could not see anything at all. The sand was getting inside our helmet and cloths .It had few trucks around however no one offered any help, just few minutes later one motorbike stopped, he was wearing a white cloth, I could not believe because it was extremely difficult to do anything.

I looked around we could not identify what was a ground or sky, was all complete red with the sand. We could not take any pictures which was very disappointing we were so worried about the storm that we complete forgot about pictures, we only took when the storm was already nearly finished.

Finally I fixed the motorbike and the guy stayed until the end, just to make sure we were ok.

We were in a rush to get to civilization.

We finally arrived at monument valley. The valley is not a valley in the conventional sense, but rather a wide flat, sometimes desolate landscape, interrupted by the crumbling formations rising hundreds of feet into the air, the last remnants of the sandstone layers that once covered the entire region.

After passing the eroded mesas of monument valley, highway US 163 crosses 20 miles of rather flat landscape past scattered Navajo houses to Mexican Hat, a small settlement named after a curious formation nearby consisting of a large flat rock 60 feet in diameter perched precariously on a much smaller base at the top of a small hill. The village itself is small, home to fewer than 100 people and offering few facilities, but the surrounding scenery is exceptional and not often visited, featuring 1,200 foot sandstone cliffs at the edge of Cedar mesa, deep, layered canyons of the San Juan River, vast sandy desert plains, and a wide valley studded with isolated red rock buttes and mesas. We stayed overnight and we met a family which has a bar was grandmother, mother, daughter and grandchild, 4 generations in one place. They did not care about war, politics, religion or Obama. They had their own world without being attached to money. They had a simple life style without worries. They could not stop asking about our trip and touching on Elenice.