In Kayenta, we discover that the driver has been inadvertently using the hotel body lotion as shampoo. (His hair looks good, though, so we don’t inform him of his mistake.)
The clouds here are temperamental. I get one shot of West Mitten with my phone before the shadows roll in.
“Hey, where are we headed tomorrow?” someone asks.
The response: “If you had read the itinerary, then you would know.”
Ice cream, I am thinking to myself. Tomorrow, somewhere in Page, we are stopping for ice cream.
