Jess is in between jobs right now so we decided to enjoy this brief stint of unemployment and hit the open road. Jess spent the weekend packing and I spent the weekend watching him... and yelling "Don't touch my stuff" and "I can pack it myself". If Jess has ever thought that I resemble a 5 year old, I'm sure this was cemented the second we pulled into our camping spot and I asked "You have my sleeping bag, right?" "Where is my tent?" and "Why don't we ever bring my stove?" I'm surprised Jess didn't make me sleep in the back of the truck with the dogs.
We left bright and early Monday morning (that's 9:00 am to me) and drove down to Hovenweep National Monument. Hovenweep is a collection of Ancient Puebloan dwellings in Southern Utah. It is a magical place that was only intensified by the lack of people. Jess and I went for an 8 mile trail run yesterday morning and didn't see a single person.
We loved having the ruins to ourselves...a little too much. In fact, it wasn't until we got back to our campsite that we realized that the chain fence had been surrounding the ruins for a reason. To keep people like us out and away from them. Whoops.
We then headed to the Four Corners monument, the only place in the U.S. where 4 states touch borders in one place: Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, and Arizona. Jess hadn't planned this stop in our trip. He knows I live for this kind of thing so my only conclusion is that he hates me, or he was afraid of what I would do once there.
We spent the rest of the afternoon running around Mesa Verde National Park, the home of Ancestral Puebloan cliff dwellers. They climbed down huge rock faces to get in and out of their homes everyday. Wow. It's a good thing they didn't have wine.
We are in Durango right now waiting off the 10,000 caloried Mexican dinner we inhaled last night.
Until next time...