After a campout and very subpar biscuits and gravy in Parker, we split ways with Ned and Kat and sadly had to roll back to La La Land on Highway 62. There we found one of the Southwest's several random, inexplicable shoe gardens. We'd lost a flip-flop out the side of the Jeep earlier in the trip, so we left behind its mate here. Highway 62 is also the site of many miles of rock decorations along the railroad bed. It's like graffiti with rocks.