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            Heading north just past the Petrified Forest National Park, I'm calling this area Natural Park.  | 
            Seems like everywhere I travel, so do the crows, this one seemed friendly  | 
            
            Long stretches of pavement cutting through high desert and layered hills  | 
            Sage and horizon lines  | 
            Such dramatic contrast of the road, the hills and the sky  | 
            
            Banded teepees  | 
            A beautiful sky stretching up towards the northwest  | 
            Clouds hovering over this cinder-shaped pile of sediments  | 
            
            Beginning to fall into the shadows of late afternoon | 
            A pile of rocks thrown across the landscape by nature's continual change  | 
            B, taking a closer look at the drawings on the sides of these rocks  | 
            
            Ha, just as we were scoping the scapes, this ranger had rounded up some hikers not minding the PROTECTED AREA signs, busted.  | 
            Closer rock profile  | 
            The rangers of a new era  | 
            
            Here's what we were peeping through that scope, nice works of the Puerco Indians  | 
            Looking back over the land to the east  | 
            More rock carvings  | 
            
            These are my favourite in the area, Puerco Indian Petroglyphs, dating back to 1000 A.D.  | 
            Clear signs of habitation at some point our earth's history  | 
            Something about the desert continues intrigue me, venturing back in time  | 
            
            High clouds move in as the bright Arizona sun begins to lower back towards the edge of the earth  | 
            Remains of a Puerco Pueblo, overlooks the river, one of 100 rooms built around an open plaza  | 
            Amazing craftsmanship and use of local materials   | 
            B, surveying the area with her camera, yep - she's a great sharp shooter  | 
            Not a desert, more of a grassland  | 
            Our rental car, aptly named Pokey basks in the warm rays of sunset just near historic Route 66. Built in 1926 it runs from Chicago to LA  | 
            
            He likes to sit and watch the clouds drift across the clear blue sky  | 
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