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Published: August 29th 2017
Siesta Motel
Hasn't changed since 1975Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I write to you from the starlit outdoor courtyard of the Siesta Motel in Durango Colorado. It’s a lovely summer evening in the mountains and I’m somewhat glad to be out of the desert. Before I begin though there’s something that I’ve been meaning to say since we left Coeur d’Alene…
Good lord why is all the road kill SKUNKS?! All the way through Montana, southern Idaho, Utah and Arizona it has been almost all skunks lying dead on the freeway. They’ve got to be an endangered species by now and the Forestry Service will be forced to start putting in special skunk crossings over every major road, of course sponsored by Old Spice or Febreeze. I think we’ve seen (smelled?) more dead skunks than we have actual live animals.
Today’s drive was relatively quick at a mere 6 hours. We once again drove the scenic route to our destination, this time taking us through Monument Valley. If you don’t know what that is, just watch a western movie. Literally any one. Go. Do it right now. I’ll wait.
There, now you know. Like the
Grand Canyon and so many of the other sites we’ve driven through photographs really don’t capture the majesty of it all. Unfortunately Ken did not have any western movie soundtracks on his mp3 player so I insisted we pull over and rectify the situation with some of my music. Great chance for some pictures too. For once I wish I had some rock lickers… er, I mean, geologists in the car to help explain how these structures formed. We also stopped at the Four Corners, where the borders of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona all converge. It was interesting enough, but I don’t think I’d go again. A bit of a case of “much ado about nothing” and quite frankly if it weren’t for the border convergence there wouldn’t be anything out there at all. What it mostly made me think of is when the Simpsons stop at “The 5 Corners” on their way to Itchy and Scratchy Land.
Once we arrived in Durango we checked into our motel and then drove back downtown for some dinner and wandering around. Durango is a lot like a mix of Canmore and Cochrane, both in appearance and feel. It’s definitely
Mustang in Monument Valley
She's in her natural habitat a tourist town, as we were informed they have just as many restaurants per-capita as San Francisco (citation needed but I buy it). We stopped in at the “Derailed Pour House” for a burger and a beer before perusing the local shops for some touristy crap to buy. I also picked up not a peanut butter cup but a peanut butter
bucket from a local chocolate shop. The kid at the counter thought my Tragically Hip t-shirt was awesome but I wasn’t actually sure if he knew who they were or if he just enjoyed the picture of animal heads on human torsos. I like to think it was the former.
Cue the epic music! (This is the part where Requiem for a Dream or In the Hall of the Mountain King or like the Starwars 1 soundtrack plays in your head. Also read the next part in a deep movie trailer voice).
Out on the highways of America, no motor-home is safe from ridicule and belittlement in… The RV Game. Rated QF for questionably funny. Today’s top picks were “Stellar Anal” and “Anal Ace”. Pretty sure I’m going to get a Pulitzer Prize for this bit.
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