
I entered the south gate of the Petrified Forest National Park and rounded the first corner of the dusty road in my shiny blue compact rental car. Based on what I had just witnessed in the park museum, I was expecting to see piles upon piles of magical wood and approximately a hundred senior citizens hobbling around on walking sticks. Instead, I felt like I had been silently transported from an otherwise peaceful spring day in 2012 to a tension-filled scene in the post-apocalyptic 1979 cult classic Mad Max. Northern Arizona looked just like futuristic Australian badlands. As in the movie, I was determined to hunt ... [Read More]
