It’s quiet. Too quiet. At any moment, I know—I can feel it—that I’m about to be attacked by a tribe of plein air painters! Oops. There goes that stillness, and here comes the dust as a truckload of tourists kicks up red earth, coating my wife’s white Saturn Vue—she let me take it on this trip—with the same beautiful dirt director John Ford made his own. Monument Valley Triba
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