Our stay in Denver is over, and it’s time to go back to reality. We just stopped for breakfast, gassed up, and now we’re on the road. We’re still near civilization, so the wireless fills the car with stuff to do while flying along.
We’re apparently making our way over a mountain range, complete with snow and, oh yeah — it’s freezing cold. Those on the driver’s side are really missing out, though: here’s the view from my side of the car.
Officially, it’s still day 1. We left Kanab this morning, and began hurtling towards Four Corners (the only place in the US where you can be present in four states at once, as the natives living on the reserve will eagerly remind you as they reach for your $3/person entry free)… to see a plaque.
On the way, we came across a group of abandoned buildings. Opportunistically, we stopped and took a peek. The floor had clearly seen better days, but as long as you kept to the beams it seemed safe. enough.
John in the abandoned building
From there, it was a quick stop in Four Corners to split up into the different states and strike various and sundry suggestive poses while the camera fired away on a self timer, and then on to Durango, our destination for the evening.
About 30 miles outside of Durango, we happened upon a poor trading post that had recently suffered an attack of giant Native Americans. Understandably, the post was temporarily closed while they recovered. We would not be so easily deterred.
A giant arrow. It missed.
Our venerable transport
Once the air cleared (of John’s little gifts, not the arrows), we high tailed it. This is basically what it looked like the rest of the way (granted, it wasn’t very far). Sure, the mountains changed a bit, and the foreground was varyingly blurry, but that’s the gist of it.
On the road.
And now, time to crash and get ready for sunrise. Right guys? Todd? C’mon. It’s not that early.