The Painted Desert in Arizona is 150 square miles of badlands. That sounds so rock and roll, doesn’t it? Like Keith Richards might appear, offer you a shot of expensive scotch and something illegal, then grab your hand and drag you out for an ill-advised midnight hike through the desert, where he’d bust out his guitar and serenade you with all those Stones songs they never play on the radio. Just for you.
But actually, the Painted Desert is less rock and roll and more serenely beautiful: