Another Giant Hole: Utah Lots of Parks part 10

Day 11: Ouch. I got my kicks (in the head) on Route 66.

We’re hungover, we’re in the desert, and things are looking bleak. A quick check on Yelp tells us that the nearest bacon is around the corner from our hotel at a place called The Toasted Owl. Oh, Toasted Owl, your fine breakfast fare and cute-as-hell mugs made me fit enough to sit in a moving car for the next few hours.  Beyond that, I was a wreck.

We headed north on US89 to check out Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument and Wupatki National Monument. What I remember from both were, “Oh my God it’s hot,” and “ow, head, ow.”

The scene of the crime.