After leaving the decadence of Vegas I needed some time to clear my head. Solitude was calling me and I decided to head to Page, Utah, which out of ignorance, I thought was the Grand Canyon… It looked pretty similar…?
I stayed at the Amangiri which is an impeccably designed building. It fuses Fascist bunker architecture with a clean modernist sensibility. It really is a remarkable place.
The desert is really the beauty. It’s ominous with its majestic mountains that have stood for thousands of years. I was instantly reminded of how I’m just passing through this life while these mountains have been and will be here for centuries.
I did some hiking and one thing to remember is you need to hike from 7-10am or 6-9pm because the desert is 100 degrees, which equates to super hot!
While the desert was really pretty, Page was really scary. It was built in the 1950′s and the population is 9000 people. It’s divided into 3 groups, American Indians, Mormons and drunk white people… They seem to not mix too well. This means you should skip going into town and stay at the hotel.
Here are some photos from my trip:
Here’s a tarantula that I found in my bedroom. The attendant said it was a good sized one. Apparently, they help keep rodents out of the hotel.
The swimming pool at the resort.
This is the Glen Canyon Dam.
In the airport I found these amazing American Indian trinkets… all made in China.
Amongst the Indian ruins, I found some cool vandalism.