|A pensive Hank Weaver|
The plan is as such: we have a group of friends mob-camping at Zion National Park in Utah and have a ride back to CC should we get out there. Then there was the matter of getting out there. The easy way would be to hitch down I-70, probably find a ride clean through if we got lucky, and get there in no time. But like screw that, we wanted to have fun.
We began thumbing it at the same place as last time, and even got a ride from one of the same people, this bartender who lived way out in Florissant, Colorado, a bit west of Divide. The first day we were hoping to make it to Buena Vista area, but we cleared that in no time and made it all the way to Alamosa. A great start! Some of our more interesting rides that day: three goth girls who dropped us off in the middle of a sandstorm in the San Luis Valley, pot farmers from Crestone who sold us a half-zip for $30, a bunch of foreign ski employees who worked at Taos, NM, an avid disc golfer, and a gun-toting, ATV-riding, Christian who gave us our initial lift out of the Springs. We spent the night in some rinky-dink motel in Alamosa, smoking a bit, taking a bath, and just reveling in the freedom that came with the road.
|Caught in a dust storm a few miles outside Moffat, Colorado. Sangre de Cristos in the background|
It was about noon at this point and we were making incredible time. We caught a few more rides west on US-160, through Cortez, all the way out to the Four Corners Monument, which closed about 15 minutes before we got there...unfortunate. And there we were, looking around at the bleak Southwestern desert, surrounded on all sides by various Indian Reservations (Ute, Southern Ute, and Navajo), with not a car on the road. Figured we might be here a while...
|Sunshine daydream at the Four Corners Monument|
|Shiprock formations outside Kayenta, Arizona|
|Leheigh's ancestral canyon near Inscription House, Arizona|
|There was writing all over this guard rail from previous hitchhikers, some dating back to the sixties|
|Shotgun safari out the window, rabbit down, skinned, and grilled|
|Peek-a-boo slot canyon|
|Myself perched amongst the snowy hoodoos at Bryce|