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.
Blue Mesa was our first stop at the Petrified National Forest. It’s located in the middle of the park and had a 1 mile hiking loop. There were a few specimens of petrified logs on the ground. At least what was left after earlier settlers hauled out the best logs. This area was once a subtropical area with dinosaurs and other cool things. Once, as in about 225 million years ago. Now it’s a bunch of hills with stripes in them and logs in them.
Petrified wood is formed when dead trees soak in mud for a really really long time. Over time, minerals in the mud such as manganese, iron and copper replace the organic parts of the wood and turn the whole thing into stone. The stuff is heavy. And hard. In fact it rates 7.8 on Moh’s scale. That’s like well on its way to being as hard as a diamond!
So we got up early to go to Petrified National Forest. We were the only ones on the road and probably the first ones to the park…with the exception of the park rangers who probably live in the park.
Neither of us were awake for the first picture.
One thing about being at dry and high elevations (6000 feet) early in the morning is that it gets really cold. We were both shivering for this picture.
The cacti are plentiful in Arizona. I’d never seen cacti before, so we pulled over onto a dirt path on the side of the road to check them out. I kind of dig it.
Only afterwards did I think about the fact that Nicholas didn’t have his AAA memebership reactivated and that if we’d busted a tire driving on those rocky dirt paths on some remote leg of the freeway out of cellphone reception that things would have been mightily inconvenient.
My best bear bud could have been a star. But he blew it.
Holland America has some partnership with Dancing with the Stars to do Dancing with the Stars at Sea, where they teach you a routine and you compete to win.
So we went. And Nick and Pokin learned the foxtrot. They didn’t hurt each other, and were even chosen by the judges to compete.
And then they wussed out.
So I lost my one and only chance to say my best bear bud was a minor celebrity on a cruise. Weak.
Instead we ended up just sitting in the front row to watch the finalists instead.
Not good enough, bear bud. Show some courage next time. I would have danced in a flash if they only had partner dancers my size!