Serendipity

On the way home from Aspen, the road forked and -- as always -- I
zigged when I should have zagged and found myself driving through some
of the most spectacular scenery in the United States.
I was on Highway 163 (I was meant to have stayed on 191) skirting the
western side of Monument Valley. It was overcast and even raining in
places, but even so, I felt as if I was in a John Ford movie. It was
absolutely, breathtakingly magnificent.
Bao was asleep, although he woke up when I stopped to snap this photo.
He got out of the car and sniffed. Then he looked at me as if to say,
Nobody worth a pee has ever been here, so what are you getting so
excited about?
It was raining quite heavily by the time we got to Kayenta, so I
postponed my tour of Monument Valley -- the clouds are amazing, but I
think it's the kind of thing you want to see in the sunshine.
It just stopped raining. This motel has a heated pool. Bao is asleep
next to me. Life is good.