I live on the border of the Navajo Reservation. There are a lot of interesting places to explore. One such place is just outside Winslow. A place with the vaguely frighteneing sobriquet of "Canyon Diablo." My kind of place. Here's my cousin Chris and his girlfriend Emily at Canyon Diablo.

In the general area as well, is a train track, naturally. Winslow is a train stop town. Over Canyon Diablo is a very interesting railroad bridge. By interesting, I mean it spans the canyon at an enormous height above the canyon floor. Even better, there is a catwalk beneath the bridge-- essentially, you can ride the bridge as a train roars overhead. A frightening and heady experience. Only Chris and I were brave enough to try it...

Even closer to home, among the myriad cinder cones, is an oddity called "The Sprowl." It's the remains of a giant bubble of lava that bubbled out of Merriam Crater. It'd walls remain as high basalt cliffs, with a round valley in its center. Here's Chris and Emily peering into the valley from a cliff wall.

Past Lake Powell is some of the wildest country around-- in the Escalante area. This is my camp atop the Kapairowits Plateau looking down on Lake Foul-- I mean Powell.

The Kapairowits Plateau is fraught with canyons and ampitheaters and washes. One could spend a year here and not even see half of it. This is Jessica in a particularly interesting canyon we camped in.

This is a view of that same canyon, up near its entrance. Cool, ain't it?