The Desert Valley
She Wore a Yellow Ribbon
The first time you see Monument Valley, you’ll swear that it’s fake, a John Ford movie backdrop. John Wayne might come riding in at any moment. The colors are soft reds and oranges, muted by the vast distances and high clouds. It’s a dream, a hundred miles wide.
Most dreams disappear when you get close to them, but here, when you get closer is when the fantasy becomes a wonder. Buttes, mittens, and hoodoos soar a thousand feet above you, and you realize that the earth is alive below them. Hard way to live, the desert. A beautiful nightmare. A dream limited only by the sky. Where does your dream end?
