A rolling stone gathers no moss. The perpetual movement forward is starting to grind on me. This constant state of motion is difficult and quite expensive. Our bill for gasoline is stacking up and it's burning a hole in the bank account.
Monument valley is on the way to our to Colorado and is definately a bucket list item. It's the picturesque landscape that is Utah. Think of the scene from Forrest Gump when he is running and decides to quit. It's next to jaw dropping monoliths of sandstone surrounded by the backdrop of a clear blue sky.
Son of a bitch. Is that a billboard? An another one behind it? So goes the story of the sacred monument valley. Well folks I'm here to talk the truth and not sugar coat what is really out there. Yes, I could easily grab a picture of some picturesque landscape and tell a fairy tale story. But that's not my style. I'd rather tell you that this whole area has turned into a commercialized tourist trap littered with trash.
We approached the visitor center for monument valley and the fee sign said $20. There is no national park pass accepted here. We are still on native american land and you have to pay to play. I turn my nose up at the imposed fee and Shirley spins a 180 on the road.
Sandstone structures of time stand steadfast in the landscape as we drive by. Their silhouette drapes the backdrop of the modern day native american.
l know it's sad. Sad but true. The city of Kayenta is a little bit scary. It's ranked at 75.3 on neighborhood scout for crime stats. That means it's in the 75th percentile of cities for violent crimes committed against people. Let me put this in perspective for you. We saw a cop walking the parking lot of McDonald's watching tour buses unload. Yeah, it's that bad. We hook Shirley back up to Penny in this very same parking lot and hit the pavement once more. Next on our list is another obligatory tourist stop.
Oh you want to stop and see the infamous four corners do you? That will be $5 a person. We are still on reservation land, and that means we have to pay to see where imaginary lines come together to tell us where the states are. Any other place in the country this would be a free place in the middle of a town or desert. Nope. Not here my friend. This isn't 'merica. This is Navajo land.
Welcome to the Four Corners. Buy your trinkety crap here.