So once more, I packed my stuff, loaded everything on the bike, and from the Cadillac Ranch RV Park in Bluff, I rode this time to Four Corners, for a start. Little roads, some twisties, the ride was nice, despite the fact the desert landscapes were starting to get me a little bored (too much of good things, and you start missing seeing the beauty in them), and I finally arrived to 4 corners, after paying my due to whatever indian tribe/nation owning the place – obviously the US National park pass was useless, once more.
Four Corners, if you never heard about that place, is the only location in the states where 4 different states intersect (at least that’s what I’ve been told, didn’t check if it was true or not). So if you stay on that stone where the name (and position) of Utah, Arizona, Colorado and New Mexico are carved, then you are literally (and physically) in four different states (places) at the same time, which would contradict the physics law that says you can only be in one place in a specific instant.
So, here’s the stone:
It’s located at the center of a place, which you can see from a slightly higher level:
Each of the four states also presents their seal.
And then here I am standing on the stone as everyone else – in fact just those 4 older people.
If you’re curious about what/when/how, this explains it all:
Then I took a quick look at the stands around the place (you can see some of them behind me in the picture) that were selling “indian” jewelry and art – most of it seeming to be more imported from China than anything else – and a few t-shirts… didn’t buy anything.
I was about to leave when I noticed a couple that had arrived while I was checking what my next step would be, so I approximated with my bike and started a quick chat. Kevin (if I remember correctly) and Christina had left their home in Ohio (I think, not sure anymore, been a while) in August and had been touring the states since! They were going to motels, so they didn’t have to carry around their camping gear like me, which is probably better since they were 2-up on a BMW GS1200. They were also going to Albuquerque next, but I left before them, after leaving them my business card – not sure if they checked the site yet, probably not.
The road to Albuquerque was quite so much of the same, except for a kind of “spaceship-shaped” mountain in the horizon – they call it the Shiprock.
Here’s a picture from wikipedia so you can see the strange shape better:
While heading toward Albuquerque, I remembered about an musician friend that I had met online while I was trying to start my music business, back in 2010, Michael Sherwood. I had sent him a message in the morning before leaving hoping we could meet – finally – but hadn’t checked my messages. I was not totally sure if he was in Albuquerque, and I feared having already passed his town, but eventually he was indeed living in Albuquerque, so we marked to meet after he finishes work, around 10PM. Unfortunately he couldn’t make it, so we remarked for the next day, since I had to bring the bike to Honda for some servicing and would extend my stay one more night.
