Petrified Forest

We hauled ass across Arizona to see Stickdog, blowing through a swarm of honey bees along the way. We hit about 40-50 of them in the span of about 2 seconds.  I think both of us were in shock, wtf was that?   The whole bike and us were splattered with dripping honey and anywhere we stopped more bees would start showing up and eating the honey, or flys and wasps. No telling what the bike would be buzzing with when we came out to the parkinglot.   At a nice truck stop in Winslow, AZ I watched one lady park next to us, open the door and quickly close it and move a few spaces over.

Eating on a corner in Winslow Arizona…  Yep, I had that blasted song going through my head for an hour.

Henry ( Stickdog ) graciously put us up in a nice motel in Show Low with some tickets he had won at a poker run.  Thanks a lot man!  You are the best!

All of us rode up to the Petrified Forrest National Park.    Strangely I recognized lots of landmarks and houses and placenames but couldnt remember when I’d last been there, my dad said later that whenever we went to Flagstaff or the Grand Canyon or Las Vegas we always drove through the Petrified Forrest, from Southern NM thats the easiest way.  So I’d been through those roads a lot of times when I was very little and just never remembered how we got there.

Anyone want a rock hard chair carved out of petrified wood?  Only a mere $3500ish?  Anyone?

Cool Park Ranger from Austria, he was riding along beside us through the arroyos along the road.

Former residents from the time when the forrest was a little wetter and less petrified.

 

Cool, prehistoric steer?  If there was any Texans alive back then they’d probably try to ride it 😉

The logs littered the place everywhere.  Different areas had different kinds and colors of logs.  Different spieces and different minerals in the ground produced different effects.  There was logs of red jasper, different colors of quartz, crystal etc.  cool.

A few that have been sawn and pollished.

The Painted Desert

Here you can see how the logs become a big broken mess.  As the surounding ground erodes away the peices break off and fall to the bottom one at a time untill its 1000’s of jigsaw puzzles thrown together.

A log still sticking out of the side of a hill.

And the rest of it at the bottom

This crow was fun to watch, completely unafraid of humans. Cece took this picture from 4 or 5 feet away.  Fortunately it wasnt interested in the bike but soon as a convertable showed up he watched the owner walk down the path a ways and then dove in and raided it LOL

Newspaper Rock petroglyphs.