Four Corners and on to Moab, Utah

Have you heard about the Four Corners?  Well I've always thought this would be very cool.  To stand in four states at once.  Donna and Bret thought it would be cool too.  It was on their bucket list.  Dave, not so interested.  It was out of the way and he really saw no use for it.  He was right, we were all wrong.  It was a bust.  Actually, it was worse than a bust.  I could say hate, but I don't want to use that word....even though it is the one that comes to mind.

Here's the scoop.  This is the only place that four states meet.  There's a monument that you stand on and you can be in all four states at once.  Some people get on all fours to take a photo.  In 2009 someone finally came clean that the monument is incorrect, this is not exactly where the four states meet.  Don't tell that to anyone, they get cranky.

The ride to the monument sucks, big time.  It was hot, the roads are straight, and there is NOTHING to look at along the way.  Unless you count the tremendous amount of litter on the side of the road.  I have NEVER seen so many beer bottles.  I didn't see any cans, only bottles.  And they were the quart size, brown glass.  So do the natives not drink out of cans? Or do they pick those up because they're more valuable to cash in?  Dave thought the bottles were thrown, but they weren't broken up and they seemed to be in clumps, as if they partied on the side of the road and left the bottles.  Dave did bring up that old commercial with the Indian (that's what we called them back then) with the tear running down his cheek because he saw litter.  He wondered what he would be doing if he saw this....UGLY.

Now when we ride up, we see that it's a National Park but they do not honor the pass because it's run by the Indian Nation, UGH!  I just cannot wrap my mind around allowing a separate nation within the US.....do we really have that much guilt?  Crazy.

Here's the photo that proves we were here.  It was so HOT, we were miffed, and we were also miffed at the gravel road and parking lot.....treacherous on a motorcycle.  These aren't smiles, we're grimacing.

 You basically stand in a line and then take a photo.  Some of the people were letting their small children take photos...which really ticked me off because I didn't want to be there, it was hot, and I didn't want to wait just because they wouldn't tell their precious snowflake "NO, you cannot take a photo while others are waiting in a line".  Oh, and can you tell the perimeter is lined with stalls where they're selling Indian junk? I wouldn't even look. Enough of me showing my cranky side.

We left here and continued in the heat along the absolute worse road on this trip.  Again, nothing to look at but litter on the road, HOT, straight, and the roads had ripples in them.  Hard to describe but we vibrated along the road.  We were so happy to arrive in Moab, Utah for the evening.