Petrificado
The major highways here are not Veedub friendly. And, they really freakin’ hate Westies. We continued to try to avoid Mother Nature’s attempts to make us a convertible.
Our next detour required about 100 miles of dirt. Although we were happy to be off the highway, the weather gave us one more kick in the pants with a major rainstorm. We were certainly happy to find Camping Paloma, which offered us a sheltered kitchen area. MC, ever the master of good food with what we have left, whipped up an awesome frittata.
The next morning the weather cleared and we headed to the main attraction. Parque Nacional del Bosque Petrificado. This barren wasteland used to be a lush forest in Jurassic times about 150 million years ago. Volcano, ash, some other minerals and then some rain…and -BAM– petrified forest. Just like that.
Initially, this detour was a hard sell to Bode (we’ll be seeing some penguins soon, and according to him our next destination is Rio de Janeiro), but once we got there it was a pretty amazing find.
My grandfather was an avid rock collector and had an affinity for petrified wood. Maybe it’s in the genes. The park had a strict policies on souvenirs, but outside of the National Park, everything was fair game. The best part was my kid’s excitement at finding cool rocks.
Your photos are becoming nicer and nicer — if you’d only clean the lens a bit better you could sell them 😀
Use the whole lens. Keep your aperture within a stop or two of wide open and all the stuff on the lens will be out of focus and therefore less visible.
It’s not the lens, but the sensor itself. It’s difficult to clean, but I’ve done it before… just not in the middle of the desert. Patience… patience…
The hood on the water truck looks like it is having the same trouble as Red Beard keeping closed in the wind!