Ramada Grand Junction
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Four Corners National Monument is out in the middle of nowhere. Its a small cement slab surrounded by a few vendors and LOTS of dirt. The sun was hot and the line to take pics on the four corners marker was rather long. I was about to give up and leave, but I knew Shannon would never let me live it down if we did. I will admit that it was entertaining watching all the other tourists posing for silly pictures. Some did the ...
... it was the same empty threat that had been used for 50 years.
6. Family should be #1. My Korean friends were appalled at how we send our elders to nursing homes rather than take them into our homes. My 28-year-old friend still lives at home with her sister, mother, father and grandmother. She already knows that when she marries, she will live with her husband for a time, but then her mother will move in and she will care for her. ...
... should be called "toss into the crevace" (pronounced creh-vahs) ) back to the top and Prime Cut back down to the truck. We threw the bikes in the back, took some pictures of some Virginians and cruised down to Hot Tomato, a biking/dinosaur themed pizza shop. Pesto slice with Cholula hit the spot. A kid across the way kept making pterodactyl noises that his parents barely shrugged at. Spent the evening placing bee escapes in 2 hives that we ...
... It turns out that the hunting gathering Ute people were prolific rock artists who used the walls for maps and stories. I could clearly make out bighorn sheep and elk. There were male and female figures, some with comically big genitals. There were geometric patterns and marks denoting time. These could have been maps for future travelers. It was amazing. Another harder to see panel was displayed about 300 yards south. A few miles from here was a huge cliff face. We took ...
Since we were a little early we decided to get a cup of coffee. That would hopefully allow the vendor booths to get fully open and operational. We stumbled on the Slice O' Life Bakery on 3rd Street. Just as we entered the door we could hear guitar music. Then we noticed it was being played live. The man playing was a little older than Leslie and me. As we sat there enjoying ...