It's too bad we couldn't spend hours driving through the Painted Desert. We were bound and determined to reach Phoenix by evening and all we could do was drive. I urged Isaac to stop at the side of the road so I could snap a few photos of these pastel formations. If someone dropped me off in the middle of the desert, I'd be too busy snapping away to realize no one else was around. I'd be happy to get lost here for a day (or a couple hours, lets be real).
LOCATION: The Painted Desert, Arizona
DATE: September 2013
i'll join ya
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