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I took the scenic route from Albuquerque to Page, AZ.
I visited the four corners monument, where Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona come together. It was a ripoff. Three dollars per person to enter the site. The monument's nice enough, but that's all there is, if you discount the several dozen booths selling Navajo jewelry and other artifacts and souvenirs.
The drive was short enough that I made it to Page in time to explore the town a little. The Glen Canyon Dam is at Page, and I visited the visitor's center. The dam converts the upper reaches of the Colorado River into Lake Powell. It's good for water, electricity, and boating, but it wiped out some pretty impressive canyons.
I've lived all my life surrounded by trees and hills. So it's not often I can observe a thunderstorm from afar. Last Wednesday on my drive across West Texas on my way to see Miriam, I drive through the edge of a thunderstorm, then watched it recede in my rear view mirror, as I drove past another one, maybe 30 miles away. You could see the towering cloud peak and the dark underside. Today driving into Page I passed a thunderstorm only 10 miles away, close enough that I could see where dense rain was falling, and see lightning strikes from the cloud bottom to the ground.
I visited the four corners monument, where Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona come together. It was a ripoff. Three dollars per person to enter the site. The monument's nice enough, but that's all there is, if you discount the several dozen booths selling Navajo jewelry and other artifacts and souvenirs.
The drive was short enough that I made it to Page in time to explore the town a little. The Glen Canyon Dam is at Page, and I visited the visitor's center. The dam converts the upper reaches of the Colorado River into Lake Powell. It's good for water, electricity, and boating, but it wiped out some pretty impressive canyons.
I've lived all my life surrounded by trees and hills. So it's not often I can observe a thunderstorm from afar. Last Wednesday on my drive across West Texas on my way to see Miriam, I drive through the edge of a thunderstorm, then watched it recede in my rear view mirror, as I drove past another one, maybe 30 miles away. You could see the towering cloud peak and the dark underside. Today driving into Page I passed a thunderstorm only 10 miles away, close enough that I could see where dense rain was falling, and see lightning strikes from the cloud bottom to the ground.