Oh! Our trip west is coming up; soon I'll be able to bounce on some red rocks! I still don't understand why people call the color of the rocks red though; my coat is bright red but I don't match the rocks. They are more of a rusty color. Hmm... I suppose rusty is a shade of red. I'll let you decide - here's a photo of me at Red Rock Canyon from a few years ago.
I'm not sure what we'll be doing on our last day on the ground. Our plane isn't until 11:55 PM and the parks we'll be visiting close at sunset. That's really early this time of year. Denise told me I shouldn't worry so I guess I won't. Maybe I'll do some looking to find some evening activities for us for the last night, or maybe I'll wait and see what Denise figures out.
I know I'm ready to wander. I told Denise I want to do some writing while we travel and I'd like it if you'd read along. Will you be looking over our shoulders?
a winding road, at Valley of Fire State Park