It was a drizzly day as I headed up highway 87 out of Winslow. But mellow music happened to be randomly shuffling on my old iPod. It put me in the right mood as I drove through the rolling grasslands dotted here and there with buttes and volcano cones. What a great place to be a grazing animal, I thought.
I was headed to the Hopi nation. I'd discovered there's free camping next to the Hopi Cultural Center at Second Mesa.
The campground itself isn't much. Some concrete tables and grills scattered among junipers. No water, no toilets. But that's fine. The location is a good hub for further exploration. And it breaks up the drive.
There are four grills at this site for some reason. I used none of them.
I was the only one in the campground last night
It's sunny today and I'm off to see some ruins and local artisans.