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Route 66.
We say goodbye to California and enter Arizona. The road travels east through red sandstone mountains.
We arrive in the dark and pitch our tent.
Here begins our discovery of canyons, all different, all wonderful.
At sunrise, the Grand Canyon is immense and magnificent in all its hues.
We descend the trail admiring the geological eras carved by the Colorado River.
From inside the narrow gorge of Antelope Canyon we see dozens of silhouettes drawn from the rocks: the shark, the mermaid, the seahorse...
We cross another border: in Utah, Bryce Canyon is reminiscent of the gothic spires in the sandcastles I used to make as a child.
I'll wait for you at the next stage of the journey.
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