The Road Trip, part 15

Day 14 -- Bedrock

Carson and Amalie both piled into the tractor cab with Jenny to help her till a field. Carson fell asleep, and stayed down the rest of the field and on the entire ride back up to the house.

Six horses got out from a neighboring ranch and ranch manager James caught two of them early in the morning, so Amalie had two extra customers at feeding time.

Other than that, we didn't go anywhere or do much of anything noteworthy today, so let's run down some trivia and general observations.

There are no families named Flintstone, Rubble, or Slate living in Bedrock.

Every road in western Colorado goes uphill. Even the roads that, geographically, topologically, and physically go downhill still go uphill in spiritual and metaphorical senses. Gravity never, ever gives a break.

This is known as Paradox Valley because the river (the Dolores) runs perpendicular to the long axis of the valley, which apparently is unique or at least pretty rare. That's the story, anyway.

We have decided to skip the Grand Canyon, mainly because we have spent longer here than we expected, but also because Val and I have seen it, and the kids are a bit too young to appreciate it yet. (Amalie has seen it, actually, but was little older than a baby.) So it'll be straight on to Tucson.

Sweat evaporates quickly here. Dry country.

General observation upon the state of the land: wherever man (or woman) travels, for some reason, he feels compelled to drop an empty beer can, or similarly durable piece of trash. I honestly do not understand this. It was heavier carrying it in, why not carry out the remains? Seriously, there is a substantive difference between making an abstract declaration of "I was here" or demonstrating "I was a jerk here". People should do better, it certainly isn't difficult.