Road Trip

The summer after I graduated from high school, my friends Randy and James, and I, decided to do a road trip. We would drive down to the Four Corners, where Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, and Arizona all come together. You can stand in all four states at the same time. For some reason this seemed like a great goal for us.

None of us had any money, but we figured we’d just camp along the way. We raided our families’ refrigerators and loaded up a cooler with steaks and hamburgers. And we threw our sleeping bags in the back of Randy’s old Hudson Hornet.

Naturally we had no plan where we would spend our first night. We set out from our Western Colorado home late in the day, and just headed south. 140 miles later, after midnight, we cruised into Durango. With no money for a motel, a campground seemed like our best option. We drove through town, randomly took a side road, which led to another dirt road and finally to a large flat area overlooking the city. By this time we were all so tired we could hardly see straight.