From Colorado to Sketchyville Utah

Leaving from Durango we found ourselves once again in the middle of nowwhere in a desert like setting. There were a lot of scrub brush, trailers and once again road work, but out here they don't even bother with just having one lane open. They shut the whole highway down for sporadic amounts of time and then a small block party erupts as everyone gets out of their cars to do light calisthenics and make sandwiches. We made the quick right to visit the 4 corners marker and found ourselves in line while families of 13 used 3 different cameras, a video camera and every ones cell phone to take 37 different pictures each of them posing, i had Cohen pee on the marker so no one else would lie down on the marker and speed things up for everyone. There were a plethora of Navajo booths selling trinkets and beads back to us as payback for the lopsided deals we made with them hundreds of years ago.

In Arizona we drove by lake Powell and found wake board boat mecca, every other car around there was pulling a boat with a tower on it. Cohen found out that he loves red dirt and proceeded to roll around in it when we let him out. Getting into to Utah brought about the Church of Later Day Saints, or LDS, as they like to be called. But i knew they were Mormons and made sure to drink as much as possible around them. We stayed in Glendale Utah which was convenient for its location but was definitely a 10 on the ghetto campground scale. There was a total of about 12 motor homes and tents there and instead of spacing them out they decided to group us all together in one spot next to the horse corral. We of course were put next to a newly divorced mom and her 15 year old daughter whose whole trip it seemed was for her mom to seem cool while her daughter had late night campfires with the foreign staff and tried unsuccessfully to have an intelligent thought. The bathrooms were pooled with bleach that it was physically impossible to breath, making me wonder what horrific crime had taken place in there and what animal they were trying to cover up their tracks over, my guess was sheep. So instead of 5 night we decided to cut it to two and continue our speed touring of the Utah national parks.