Ten days. Over a thousand miles. A constant transformation of landscape and rhythm - from volcanic plateaus to painted deserts, sun-baked canyons to windswept highlands. The journey felt cinematic at every turn.
We began in Flagstaff, chilled by winter air and wrapped in Route 66 nostalgia, before stepping into the stillness of ancestral pueblos at Lomaki and Wupatki, where ancient stones whisper stories into the wind.
Then came the scale of the Grand Canyon's South Rim - from our very first stop there. In Page, we passed the towering Glen Canyon Dam and explored the sculpted beauty and quiet solitude of Deer Canyon, tucked behind the now-too-famous Antelope Valley.
Monument Valley rose like a mirage - sacred, timeless, iconic.
To the south, Canyon de Chelly captivated us with its loneliness and remoteness. The Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert unfolded like chapters in a geologic storybook.
Back in Phoenix, comfort awaited at the JW Marriott Desert Ridge - a touch of luxury.
But Arizona had surprises in store: rolling vineyards in Sonoita and Elgin, with a surprisingly good local wine selection.
We wrapped up our adventures in the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum in Tucson, where the dessert shared its wonders.
Arizona isn't just a place to see - it's a place to feel.
We left with dust on our boots, sun on our skin, and the spirit of the vast lands quietly calling us back.
