© 2011 Richard Broadwell

So my humans were hell-bent on seeing Canyon De Chelly National Monument. They said it’s in the book  “A 1000 Places To See Before You Die” but my only question when we got there was, where’s the lake?  Luckily we stayed at the wonderful Spider Rock Campground near the rim owned by a local Navajo named Howard (I called him Roy) and his dog Boy.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Spider Rock

The next day they let me stay home instead of taking the jeep tour through the Canyon so  Boy and I could get to know each other a little better… if you know what I mean.  I really do miss my boyfriend Charlie but a girl’s got her needs.  Anyway Charlie and I were never exclusive though his human did think we were engaged.  But he never put a ring on it, so there.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Antelope House

My humans couldn’t stop talking about their tour when they got back, about the amazing Puebloan ruins they saw dating back to the 13th century that were built by the Anasazi (the Ancient Ones) and about the cliff art and how old everything is.  What is this fascination with old things?  Who wants old anyway?  I prefer brand spankin new myself.  But this ancient stuff really seems to turn them on.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – White House

On the second night the moon was nearly full and we had a nice camping spot way off from anybody else.  Thanks goodness steak was on the menu that night, I was really getting sick of all the pasta they’d been having.  Those humans had been too lazy to even set up the BBQ until now and we were finally going to have a great dinner al fresco.  We had been moving around a lot, setting up and breaking down camp every day so we were all exhausted.  Or so I thought.  But I came to a realization at Canyon De Chelly that I wasn’t tired from over-exertion, or moving all our stuff into storage, or anything else.  I was just relaxed.

© 2011 Richard Broadwell – Rock Art

So as I was saying we were enjoying the full moon rising, the steak and some wine outside when another RV comes roaring down OUR road, invading the absolute quiet and solitude of OUR canyon.  They pulled into the spot directly across from us where the huge orange moon was lifting itself into the sky.  I just about had a fit.  But then something happened; I said oh well, so what, big deal.  Me… I said that?  There had to be six of them crammed into that rented El Monte RV and they were all taking French non-stop in loud voices right in front of us.  But it didn’t bother me one bit.

It must be this thing called relaxation.

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