Originally Monument Valley wasn’t on my travel to list. I had a completely different plan when I first thought up this journey. Then one thing lead to another and lead me to this place. For as long as I can remember it’s been on my list of places and I’m so happy I found my way there. I feel as though I don’t have the proper words to describe this place, much less my entire experience. I will say that it was a feast for the eyes and the soul, in each rock formation, meadow, and every speck of red colored dirt. It is a place filled with mystery and if you let it, gives you answers to some of your own.
Coming in from the west, I was greeted by this and the sun setting to the other side of me. I stood in this meadow for some time, watching the horses and trying to take in the moment.
The following day I watched the sun come up over the valley, then explored. Hiked up to Mexican Hat and came upon this lone desert bloom (still unsure of it’s actual name).
I did said exploring in my Chuck Taylors. They needed breaking in and still have remnants of the red dust on them, which pleases me greatly.
Post sunrise, pre exploring, I made my way here. I sat in this spot for I don’t know how long. The view was almost too much and this photo isn’t even sort of doing it justice. I was alone, the only sound was the wind and my fellow bird friends. I had a really hard time leaving. I’m almost in tears right now as I think about it. It was the first time, in a long time I felt at one with something and that I was where I was supposed to be.
Thank you Monument Valley.