Valley of the Gods
Twenty miles of red-dirt road, no signs, no fees, no rangers — and some of the most cinematic light in the Southwest if you can stomach a washboard.
Twenty miles of unmarked BLM road between Mexican Hat and Highway 261, and somewhere along it you find your site. No reservations, no signs, no host.
The road is unmaintained. Not bad, but if it rains, don't try it — the dust roads turn to clay and trap rigs heavier than ours.
No services. Closest gas is forty miles. Closest water is Mexican Hat, twenty miles back.
The buttes catch the sun at dawn and again at dusk and it doesn't matter how many photos you've seen of the Southwest, you stop everything when it happens.
We saw three other rigs in four days. One waved. The others kept moving.
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From the campfire.
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