If I Were Queen, Things Would Be Different

At Best Western in Chinle. More driving.  The clouds are here to stay for the remainder of my journey, which suits me fine...cooler, and fun light for pictures.  Of course, the rain smatters only happen when I get out of the car at a View, and natch my lens cap broke. Right? Lol.  Listened to Redskin Radio until the pop exploded my head. (Hey, their name not mine.) I do like the Navajo people.

Today I stood with both feet in four states. Ate a Navajo taco (fried flattened dough topped with chili beans, let, tom, onions, cheese and hot sauce omg). Missed a turnoff so got the horse shot I wanted. I hope. 

Animals on the road include horses, cows, sheep, dogs and one defunct armadillo. Apparently the fencing thing is a bit haphazard.

Anyhoo, my wrong turn also forced me to the north rim of the Canyon de Chelly. So I have visited four named canyons: Grand, Bryce, Antelope and de Chelly. Four distinct topographies, four distinct formative and cultural histories, four distinct visual experiences. All in the same neighborhood, geologically speaking.

Today's earworm: "sittin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona..."  Will be there tomorrow. Will sit on a corner. Hope song leaves my brain; never a big Jackson Brown fan.