Here we go into the colorful foothills of the Lukachukais:
There are many miles of these tremendous sandstone formations, the result of eons of erosion in an ancient sea floor. The sandstone freezes, thaws, cracks and crumbles into phantasmagoric shapes.
At the top, there is that reminder again of Ship Rock off to the East. Admittedly, it looks pretty big on the horizon, but much bigger as you get closer. It dominates the entire landscape around Farmington:
From Buffalo Summit, the drive to Ship Rock is a straight shot on Indian Route 13.
Without anyone in the picture to give some idea of the size, it's hard to appreciate just how huge Ship Rock is. So, I used Vince's trick and scooted out into the image while the timer ticked:
There was not another human being at Ship Rock the entire time I was out there. And yes, it is a one-trick pony, but with a spectacular trick.
One final, lingering look back at the towering spire, and it was time to drive on to Farmington.
Tomorrow, Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado!
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