I cowered in the air-conditioned coffee shops of Page during the height of the day. The best one—by FAR—was River's End Cafe, tucked away in the corner of a rafting supply and booking store. I had to wait for two tour buses to pull away, but I was able to get a table in the corner next to an outlet (good for my laptop, and they had wifi too), a hummus and veggie sandwich, and an iced latte.
When the sun started to go lower, I headed a few miles south down 89 to this, Horseshoe Bend. It's a place with no safety rails, the kind of place where people's common sense has to keep them from careening down into the Colorado.
Scary.
But stunning.
When the sun started to go lower, I headed a few miles south down 89 to this, Horseshoe Bend. It's a place with no safety rails, the kind of place where people's common sense has to keep them from careening down into the Colorado.
Scary.
But stunning.
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