We saw on the news this morning that the Dakota's have been having a lot of snow. That's where we would have been now if we'd gone south first. God always blesses our trips in so many ways. We'll never know all the ways.
The road leaving Cortez to Monument Valley is so rough. When I leaned my head back, the bumps just tossed it around. I couldn't read my book for awhile.
I love coming to Monument Valley. It's the only time I get to see my cousin, Joyce. I never even knew her before we started coming here. I may have met her twice before that.
One of the customers told a couple others that if they wanted to know about any of the books we carry, just ask me since I've read most of them and know all about them. That seems like a good kind of reputation to have. I don't know all of them, but I do quite a few. I love to read.
We had to drive back into Arizona to get a motel. It was about 25 miles, verses 75 or so to the next town big enough to have a motel in Utah. We don't like to do too much night driving especially around here, as there is so much open range. You never know what animals will be on the road.
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