I was getting really tired near Page, AZ. I did not see any place to rest anywhere so I stopped at some teeny little town called Kaibito. There was nothing that looked halfway inviting for a quick stop besides a gas station with a little parking lot. I thought I would try to take a cat-nap that would power me until I reached Page. I was there for less than 10 minutes when I saw a truck drive around the lot and come right up to the side of my car, headlights still on. The truck was not moving, and the headlights were staying on, but no one was coming out of the truck either. Who was in the truck and what did they want?? I didn't know what to do. I did not want to get out of my car, but I didn't want to pull out because what were they going to do? Would they follow me? Was another truck going to come and box me in? I was starting to get nervous. I tried to look in the truck to see what type of person was in the truck. I couldn't see much inside, and couldn't really see the side of the truck either. I didn't do anything, just tried to wait it out for another 10 minutes or so. They didn't move, just stayed in their truck and kept their lights on. I thought, OK, I'm just going to pull out, try and leave, and see what happens. So I backed out, and was able to see what kind of truck it was. Arizona State Troopers. So I knew I wasn't going to die, but still didn't know why they didn't question me or tell me to get out of the truck or anything. I left the gas station, then got back on the road and left the town. They didn't follow me. So I don't know what that was about, but it scared me enough to get me to drive another half hour to Page.
I slept near a bunch of RV's in the back of a WalMart parking lot. Apparently this was the de facto rest stop in the area. I can't sleep for long in airplane seats or car seats, so I only slept long enough to catch the sunrise. By the way, very few skies more beautiful than desert sunrises.
It was nice to see my beloved California in the distance here. Not sure what those mountains are called, but they have the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, home to the oldest trees in the world.
The meadows in Mono County are very picturesque and highly worthy painting subjects. What else could you need?
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