Yesterday, we left Williams to drive the 70 or so miles to Winslow, AR. Got to the RV park, ten miles from the crater, which is way out in the middle of one of the vast "deserts"* that cover hundreds of miles in the west. Settled in, then drove to the crater below.
The crater covers a mile of surface, but that was so hard to realize when we were on the rim; it didn't seem that wide. There are a lot of surrounding buildings featuring all kinds of somewhat disneyfied displays, panoramas, animated programs, and so on. Outside, there are a series of walkways on different levels, so visitors can view the crater from different angles.
In truth, I was more interested in the story of the Barringer family, who actually own the crater. The patriarch, Daniel Barringer, was the first person to prove the existence of an impact crater on earth and it belongs to his descendants.
After we went back to the RV for lunch, we walked to the early Hopi Indian remains, a mile away through the brush. Boy, was it hot and we found only some scattered adobe bricks, but may go back by car today.
Dinner, with Chardonnay, then we settled in for two more immensely enjoyable episodes of Better Call Saul.
*Being an ignorant easterner, I can't get my mind around the fact that a desert is anything but vast tracts of sand. Here, of course, the deserts are filled with low plants of many varieties. I guess it's a desert because it so seldom rains.
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