Our next stop was Agate Bridge, which involved backtracking 15 miles towards the entrance.  This is the kind of smart planning that happens when everyone in the car is groggy!  By now it’s only about 8:00am and but the light is already super bright.

Agate Bridge was nothing special.  It’s just a petrified log that formed a bridge when all the stuff under it washed out.

I made up for my disappointment by climbing a nearby tree that wasn’t petrified.