28 miles. 50 minutes.
And then Jimmy started running... And we all followed suit. With Shawna driving only a mere 40 miles over the posted speed limit we managed to make it through the whole park, making executive decisions about where to stop.
Once stopped it was a free-for-all of picture taking and then a race back to the car.
And it was beautiful... Most was fairly typical of the southwest, but the petrified wood was really unexpected, a plethora of colors and textures. And by petrified wood, I mean huge fallen trees, but where did they come from? There certainly aren't any trees of that scale there now. And they said not to take any of the wood with you, but with all the mystery how can you resist just one souvenir?
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