It was dark by the time we arrived at Goulding's Lodge, so we sat on the balcony looking up at the magnificent star field, wondering what the view would be like when we got up in the morning. I've been to Monument Valley several times before, but I've never stayed at the lodge so, as I told Lynn, Bruce & Vikki, I knew the kind of thing that we would see, but not exactly what we would see.
I woke just a few minutes before the sun peeked up over the horizon. It's a magnificent view, with the strange, and yet so very familiar (from all of the movies) forms in the distance. This is one of my favorite places on the planet.
We've arranged to take the 3 1/2 hour tour this morning, so we're quite excited about that. It's a beautiful day, with a prediction of highs in the upper 90s. But with current humidity at 16%, I'm not anticipating that the heat will be any problem.
It was a grand drive coming up from Phoenix. We must've passed through three or four micro-climates, ascending through the San Francisco mountains up here to the high desert at 5000 feet. The sun was setting as we passed Tuba City, and the shadows and colors caressing the rocks were breathtaking. I turned off the music and we drove in silence, gazing out the windows as the shadows lengthened and the orange and red streaks in the sky brightened.
I need to write up a report of my MLA experiences for the Board by the end of June. It was a great meeting and I learned new things and made some new contacts and generally had a fine time. There's lots to do back at the library and I'm eager to get at it. But for the next few days I can put that on hold (I even set an "out of office" message on my email and I never do that. The high desert feeds a part of my soul that nothing else can reach. I don't know why, but I know that it makes me happy just to be out here, and for the next few days I'm going to focus on that.