according to wikipedia: “It is a national park in Navajo and Apache counties in northeastern Arizona. Named for its large deposits of petrified wood, the park covers about 146 square miles, encompassing semi-desert shrub steppe as well as highly eroded and colorful badlands. About 600,000 people visit the park each year and take part in activities including sightseeing, photography, hiking, and backpacking.”
according to me: old wood, thrilling. WRONG. this forest or rather sporadic chucks of wood dates back nearly 225 million years. we stopped here briefly because my mother is obsessed with it, and frankly, looking back, I don’t blame her. the colors within the wood are so unique and, dare I say, funky. museums everywhere have these on display, but I promise you it’s more impacting seeing them where they once thrived, which ironically is now in the desert. plus it’s like common knowledge that you’re going to be cursed if you steal a piece of wood. people leave notes for the park service saying sorry and listing the terrible things that have happened to them since they stole the wood. you can look but if you touch, I’m pretty sure you’re going to lose your job or get struck by lightning.