Once at the top of Moki Dugway, I had to ride another 4 miles on a gravel road to reach our meeting place: Mulley Point. The road wasn’t too rough but sometimes it dived in kind of dips filed with a slippery sand. I’m not complaining as that’s probably the reason why the place is avoided by most of the tourists. When I reached Mulley Point, Merfman and Rex were already there. 5 minutes later my tent was set up too and I went to explore the surroundings with my camera. They were right, the place is wonderful! Huge blocks of rock were half hanging on the edge of the cliff, as if waiting for the next storm to fall. Meanwhile, the two compadres had installed their chair to relax. I discovered at places strange bowls. This one was nearly big enough to house my tent. I wonder what force of nature had dig it. I know that this kind of phenomenon can happen in a river, when a stone is captured by a whirlwind and scrape the bedrock, but here, on a high plateau? The wind maybe? Or is it a relic of the distant time when this was the bottom of a plain or the bed of a river? Here too, bushes managed to take a hold in the cracks of the rock. Slowly, the sun set, changing the colours and the shadows. Our camp was huddled between the few bushes and shrubs that were growing on this plateau. Then the night was here. In the morning, the sun was illuminating Monument Valley, far away. That will be my first stop. In the top left corner of the picture: is it a plane, is it a bird? No, it's Merfman's drone! I bet you can take amazing pictures there with it. I left my companions after rendez-vous was made in Ouray, Colorado, for WestFest. I took Moki Dugway for the 3rd time, crossed again Mexican Hat to reach one of the most iconic view of the western US. I stayed on that road, crossed into Arizona, stopped in Kayenta then went all the way back across Monument Valley and headed nort-east. I entered Utah again, then Colorado. I stopped in Durango to change my rear tyre then kept riding north. I was on that famous Million Dollars Highway. The night was getting nearer and it started to get cold. This morning, in the desert, I had stored my warm clothes at the bottom of my bag. Too bad. I shivered all the way to Ouray. It was already dark when I reached the city. WestFest was taking place in the KOA north of it. I went in, wandered a bit before I found the spot, with the help of another inmate. Mefman and Rex had already set up their tent but they were nowhere to be seen, probably out for dinner. Eventually, they arrived with the tertium quid, Duane (@OrangeDreamCycler). The party can now begin!