Day 6 started out grey and overcast, but soon cleared up by the time we reached Albuquerque. As we moved west, peaks rising several thousand feet above us became visible on the horizon. When we pulled off of the interstate to check out Petroglyph National Monument, we were consumed by them.
After driving through a suburb where residents replaced their grass with rocks, we arrived at a volcanic site with black boulders strewn across a gentle hill. After checking out the visitor center, we headed down a trail in search of our first petroglyph. At first, the search for petroglyphs was difficult, but as we began to venture from the trail, we discovered dozens on the backside of boulders.
It was hot, and AJ had issues in the heat, but was carried in Angela’s purse. In his defense, the sand was burning hot, and his little paws couldn’t handle it. The Natives who made the images on the stones must have braved warm temperatures, as we were parched after just a few minutes of walking. The petroglyphs were amazing, and we could have spent hours there if we didn’t have to hit the road.
Unfortunately, several images have been disfigured by drunken campers, and the Park Service, for all its wonders, has set up cameras in the parking lot to stop such activity. After a few minutes of exploring we became uncomfortably hot, not used to the dry heat, so we retreated to our car, found some food, and headed to Arizona!
Day 6 started out grey and overcast, but soon cleared up by the time we reached Albuquerque. As we moved west, peaks rising several thousand feet above us became visible on the horizon. When we pulled off of the interstate to check out Petroglyph National Monument, we were consumed by them. 
After driving through a suburb where residents replaced their grass with rocks, we arrived at a volcanic site with black boulders strewn across a gentle hill. After checking out the visitor center, we headed down a trail in search of our first petroglyph. At first, the search for petroglyphs was difficult, but as we began to venture from the trail, we discovered dozens on the backside of boulders. 
It was hot, and AJ had issues in the heat, but was carried in Angela’s purse. In his defense, the sand was burning hot, and his little paws couldn’t handle it. The Natives who made the images on the stones must have braved warm temperatures, as we were parched after just a few minutes of walking. The petroglyphs were amazing, and we could have spent hours there if we didn’t have to hit the road. 
Unfortunately, several images have been disfigured by drunken campers, and the Park Service, for all its wonders, has set up cameras in the parking lot to stop such activity. After a few minutes of exploring we became uncomfortably hot, not used to the dry heat, so we retreated to our car, found some food, and headed to Arizona! 
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Wait a minute! They always tell us its not that hot - its the humidity that gets you. You have just confirmed what I always thought - its like sticking your head in an oven.
Definitely the heat is bad out there. Look at what it did to their car.Cooked the paint off and the radiator and tires blown out!
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