Bright and early, cheerful and excited, we headed out for the Four Corners Monument. “What a cool blog post this will be,” I thought to myself, “Chico the traveling dog at this remote destination. One of his feet in each of four states. That’s just neat.”
But there was a snag in the plan.
So I got to stand in four states at once, but the guy with four feet couldn’t play the game.
Chico got to sniff around at the edges.
And then we turned around, drove back through Cortez, and went east to Mesa Verde. The cliff dwellings are famous, but I learned about ancient dwellings on top of the mesas as well.
Again, the majority of the park is off-limits to dogs, and the accessible areas are strictly on-leash, but when I clarified that policy at the visitor center, the ranger mentioned a place in the park I simply must see. “A place that most people don’t go,” he said. “Greatly under appreciated, you and your dog will like it there.” Nice guy. When we went there, there was someone else, but not until we were returning to the parking lot, on leash, occupied poop bag in my hand, correct as can be.
I used a dog cookie to get the little fella to hold still, and made a new best friend. It’s my cookie bag that does it, I don’t take it personally.
Another night in a cheap motel and the next day we headed for Telluride, CO, where I have a young friend, out on his own for the first time. This kid and his family have some history in the town, and are always saying how neat it is. So we went to see what the place is like.