Rolling up to it, I was almost afraid, it’s iconic beauty blazing in the southwest sun. I timidly rolled down my window, nervous with excitement, and took in the sweet, sweet smell of clay earth that surrounded me. Wild horses, amber red terra firma, indigenous Navajo people buzzing about, riding horses at full gallop beside Route 64. This was a childhood dream of mine, seeing this alien landscape. I was here, it was my birthday, and this, was Monument Valley. Formed millions of years ago by rushing water meandering and carving the rocks along this portion of the Colorado Plateau,…

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