Instead of taking the interstate and backtracking, the Thriller got out the atlas and mapped out a more interesting route, winding through the Four Corners area and into the Rockies. Home run on that decision.
One thing was painfully clear to us. After driving through two major Indian reservations, it is no secret that the United States Government, in their infinite benevolence 150 years ago, gave the Navajo tribe the shaft. The Utes, for some reason, lucked out. They got the lush beauty of the San Juan mountain range, while the Navajo got the desert desolation.
Don’t get me wrong; both areas are beautiful, but when your livelihood depended on grazing areas and tillable soil…
Anyway, it was an amazing journey yesterday. We stopped at several national monuments and looked at gorgeous lands.
A definite highlight was pulling over during a rainstorm to get a photo of a mountain stream, elevation 13,000 feet. This must be what the Coors guys were talking about:
Today is exciting! Well, this morning is, anyway. We’re off to Denver from Pueblo, where we’re having brunch with good pal Jan. I haven’t seen her since…oh, 1988 or so? Fun, fun. Then we hit the road for 9 hours of lovely nothingness across Nebraska. Maybe we’ll meet a tornado or two along the way. That’d spice things up.