Our next target was Four Corners National Monument. We left Utah for a short time (and took the photo we wanted to take when we entered Utah).
We made some friends along the way ...
And of course had to take the obligatory ridiculous tourist photo at Four Corners National Monument:
Four Corners is the only place in the US where four state lines meet at a single point. Arizona, Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico. It belongs to the Native Americans, but the Monument itself is kind of weird. In the background you see open trading booths, the whole thing is surrounded by them. We waited in a line to take the photo above. It was kind of a zoo - total tourist trap. But okay, it was worth going there.
Now we had reached our most easterly point in the trip and it was time to turn the bikes around and start the long trek home.
|Back into Arizona|
One thing we always found in the Indian areas were dogs. Lots of them. Hanging around, begging for food. Also quite a few neglected horses and other animals. Not certain what this is all about, but it didn't leave the best impression.
To avoid riding all the time on 160, a fairly big and windy high speed highway, we detoured South on 191 and then took a route East again.
This part was the most miserable stretch of our whole trip. It was super windy. Gusty winds were coming from the side, blowing dust and sand over the street, on us, everywhere. We were riding with the bikes at an angle most of the time, only to be surprised by a sudden gust of wind going in another direction. It was frustrating, hard, taxing, long, and later on super boring.
Andrea was quite miserable for some time in the high winds as the F650GS was really hard to ride there. It was blown all over the place, scary and exhausting.
|Dogs at a Gas Station|
|Finding shade next to the bikes|
|Boring straight highway - but still windy|