Enter Princess: Remember when I told you about the big ballet recital she is missing? I'll refresh your memory click here. Given that disappointment, I would tell Princess we needed to focus on the fun we would be having on our big adventurous summer. Being the trooper she is, Princess put on her thinking cap. She decided the one thing she wanted to do see was The Four Corners. You know the place where Utah, Colorado, New Mexico and Arizona meet. The only problem, Four Corners was a couple hundred miles out of our way. Hence the title for my post.
Yes, my dear, Point A to Point B husband drove several hours out of our way just so Princess could experience this:
Again it was a bit of a Griswald experience. This place is located within the Navejo Nation, so you drive quite some time on two lane roads, with a lot of nothing in between. You would see little homesteads along the road with lots of cars. I kept wondering , "what on earth do these people do to survive?" It is rocky, desert all around. There were very few places with any type of animals. The homes appeared modest, no frills, very primitive. The nearest town of any size for a gallon of milk could be 45 minutes away.
Okay back to the Griswald expereince of finding the Four Corners. You continue to drive along, and along, and along. . .you get the picture. Then all of a sudden there is a little sign on the side of the road announcing the Four Corners. You turn, go up a dirt road, stop and pay $3 a person to a girl sitting in a plywood hut, and viola you are at the Four Corners.
There is the monument you see in the picture with a small platform. Surrounding the area are some stands where people sell Native jewelry and other crafts. A couple of food vendors, and there you have it, The Four Corners. Oh, I forgot the very nice port-a-potties.
The sweetest thing is that although I have to say I was a little amused by the lack of grandeur, Princess was pleased as punch. We all took our turns standing in four states, then had a simple picnic lunch. I managed to peek at a few stands before we headed out. (The jewelry was beautiful, too bad I'm on a budget with all the things we need for our new house.)
I was so proud of my husband. It is the times like these my heart just melts with a deep and profound love for this man. He is a great husband, but I am awed by the blessing I have in being married to a man who is so dedicated to being a fabulous father. My children have no idea how fortunate they are, they know nothing else. This is how it has always been for them. Their father has always put them above all else. As they grow older, I know they too will better appreciate the man they call "Daddy!"
Happy Father's Day. We love you from here to the moon, and back!
Daddy and his kiddos at The Blue Hole in Santa Rosa, NM. We stopped to show the them where he learned to SCUBA when he was in college. (Note, this was not off the travel route ;)