The road winds past some truly unbelievable places—Dewey—with its inspirational messages, Proudfoot Bend, the Fisher Towers, the Professor Valley. At the end, though, the road just settles into a slow waltz with river and winds through a deep trench of Entrada and Navajo sandstone—twin spirals of petrified earth, their dark red reflection bleeding into the green riffles of the Colorado River. Easier to see here how the river got its name. A wonderful spot. Then, all too abruptly, you're spit out onto State Highway 163, down from Crescent Junction. Sic transit gloria mundi.