This entry is part 16 of 17 in the series Grand Tour

Sights ancient and modern are larded with claims of certain knowledge that are dubious at best, given the available evidence. Without contradiction, a guess hardens into assurance. But our certainty is tinged with aspiration.

May 13, 2018, Gallup to Winslow: I’m not sure what the climate classification is for the landscape West of Gallup, New Mexico, and into Arizona. I think it is high desert, but it does not seem quite a desert to my eye. Instead, it is an endless plain of yellow grass punctuated more or less richly by pale green shrubs. It is not lifeless, but it is muted. But anything it lacks in vibrancy, it more than makes up for in vastness.