After yesterdays Grand Canyon disappointment, we were not prepared for today’s scenic trip. Lots of red (and other rock), blue Lake Powell, a group of young colts on a hilltop next to the road, only missing their Indian warparty. Alternatively, if I could rename this piece the „sound commentary“, I’d write about the police car we heard… and saw about 20 minutes later, because its echo hurried far ahead through the canyons. But back to business: colorwise, I’ve picked turquoise, after we’ve seen and bought real native American jewelery at Blair’s Training Post. Not like the tourist “junk” we’ve seen in Sedona, but a selection of fine (and expensive) pieces of different tribes with knowledable information about the symbols, the making and the artist.