WORST SELFIE REGRET SO FAR

This roadside attraction is called Forrest Gump Hill.

Why?

Then it hit me.

I pulled over after dodging people taking pictures in the middle of the road like this was a movie set not the fast road out of Monument Valley.

I’d already been on the slow road.

Monumental Driver On The Road

From The Driver’s Seat.

In The Diver’s Seat.

In The Tour Seat

Buy a ticket for a seat on this rig and you’re good to go.

For two day I saw excited visitors talking their language and I felt like I understood.

“I don’t know about this.”

“It’s a national park. We’ll be fine.”

Then they come back with their faces wrapped in anything to cut the dust they’d been eating.

They looked wrung out, and here’s why:

It’s a rough road.

I drove it. I drove the Monument Valley Loop.

Did it wreck my car? No, but I lost something when my wife took the wheel, punched in the TRAIL option, and things got a lot easier.

What did I lose? The ‘old school’ beauty and elegance of jarring over ever bump in a highway suspension at low speed to drive home the need for road repair.

That was me.

My wife said move it on over and smoothed it all out.

Take a tour, please, but I took the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland before it hurt more people than their insurance could cover and shut it down.

It was a gentler ride than the Monument Valley Highway.

Missing a shot there wasn’t my worst selfie regret.

Worst Selfie Regret So Far

But I did get this:

Elephant Feet.