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A point, of sorts, is formed on the high ground looking out
in three directions across the desert.
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A view down along the roof line of park headquarters. This
building began as a Harvey House, complete with the legendary Harvey Girls.
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Walkways, vistas, and shelters surround park headquarters.
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One of the many park hiking trails meanders off and rounds
a hill. There are numbers of trails, and much to see here, but this is
the desert, and hiking out into it is no joke.
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A look out across the many layers, and varied colors of a small
part of the Painted Desert.
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The unaccustomed haze bleaches out the background here, as
I take a shot around a hill.
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The painted landscape looks like a decorated version of the
Badlands.
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From this vantage, the old Harvey House, looks a bit like a
fort, right down to the flag flying in the background.
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Approaching the edge, the desert is shrouded in haze, adding
a touch of mystery.
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Looking over the edge into the haze muted tones of the Painted
Desert.
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Water in hand, this visitor heads back to the cool shelter
of the park HQ, having had enough of the desert for now.
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Much of the area looks like something from out of a cowboy
movie. Even the service roads look more suited to a horse or wagon, than
to a modern automobile.
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A motorcyclist winds slowly through the Badlands style terrain
ahead of us. Nobody drives fast here. There is much to see, and the roads
are narrow and twisty.
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Looking like the pyramids gathered at the Valley of the Kings,
these pointed spires of eroded mudstone rise above the surrounding landscape.
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The roads wind through worn, and often colorful monuments to
the action of the elements and the mastery that times exercises over all.
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