We slept late and left the room about 10:30, only later realizing that it was actually 11:30 because we had forgotten to set our watches to Mountain time. By the time we ate we found a gift shop and bought some Navajo pottery. By the time we shopped we found the general store and bought a hat for Kimberly. So it was probably after 2 when we found our way to Yavapai Point to take in the view and walk along the rim. We walked about a mile, with frequent stops to capture the views, and then returned to the car at the general store. Another stop to reload the cooler with ice and call the Best Western at Kayenta to book a room for the night, then eat ice cream, then potty break, then look for a lost toy that turned up in the car 15 minutes later, then finally on our way.

Which meant we spent the next hour and a half driving east along the rim, stopping at all the lookouts so I could take photos. We hadn’t seen these views before - it had been dark the night before when we had driven in this way - and some of them were better than the views around Yavapai - the canyon was narrower but still deep, and you could see the river.

After we rim road diverged from the Grand Canyon, it headed out across a plain until it came to the Little Colorado River, which formed a pretty spectacular canyon in it’s own right. Almost superior in a way, because the scale was more ‘real’. The light was fading - a shame because it was too dark to see it very well.

We found several roadside craft stalls set up along the way selling Navajo pottery and jewellery and trinkets. We stopped at the first and bought some gifts - they actually took credit card -the old fashioned way, by imprinting it.

The rest of the drive to Kayenta was too dark to see much of the country. We’re pretty sure it’s all Indian land as all the houses appear to be the same basic rectangular dwellings, which look like they must be government issue circa 1958, and they all have a lamp like a street light out front. Sometimes we see what looks like a subdivision of a couple of dozen brand new slightly larger homes, sometimes in town, sometimes in the middle of nowhere, with bright blue, green or red tin roofs, but they all have the same street light out front and center. Since we left Page the night before we have periodically seen these huts/houses and their lights, sometimes in ones and twos, sometimes whole towns of them. Occasionally a pickup truck in front of us will slow down for no apparent reason, and then turn off onto a dirt track, presumably headed for one of these bright points of light. We finally rolled in to Kayenta about 10pm.