On the way back down the Moki Dugway, this bizarre face that has been carved (I'd guess by erosion and chance, but you never know) into the stone, popped out and grabbed my attention.
The relaxed ride towards Mexican Hat, as the sun was setting, was beautiful. The picture doesn't even begin to depict how impressively the sun was enhancing the wavy geometric pattern of colors in the rock strata, which in turn created the ultimate backdrop to the darkening desert landscape. It had been a fulfilling day of riding - from dusk to dawn. A complete feeling of satisfaction and calm was present within myself - which is rare. It was Easter evening and life on the road in this strange land was compelling.
Just north of town, I came across the inverted sandstone sombrero that Mexican Hat is named for. Elevation is around 4,300 feet and there is a small population of around 100. My kind of place; a tiny population in a vast land. The small town and the Canyonlands Motel is just up the road a piece.
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