But! I've been inspired to blog about my most recent trip for work. Why? Because I thought I was going to die.
I had been told that I'd be going to an indian reservation somewhere on the border of Arizona and New Mexico.
My first thought? "Ooooooo! Turquoise!"
About a week before I go on this "exciting turquoise trip," I mentioned to a coworker where I was headed. This coworker's jaw drops as her eyes double in size, as she proceeds to say in a low, ominous whisper, "Has anyone warned you about it, yet?"
She then proceeds with the following list of happy things:
(1) Get off the reservation before the sun goes down.
(2) If you see a baby carrier in the middle of the road, drive around it.
(3) Don't stop - not for ANY reason! - until you get to your intended destination.
(4) If the road suddenly turns to dirt, turn around immediately.
(5) You probably won't get cell reception, either, if you need help.
This was my response...
...and I forgot all about turquoise. Instead, I started thinking about zombies...
Apparently, gangs are prevalent on reservations. I did not know this. I also didn't realize that major freeways didn't access these reservations. You have to turn down roads called Indian Routes. They wind all over who knows where, and many of them are dirt roads - or they turn into them.
You bet I Google Earthed my route.
The day arrived, I took my GPS - I even printed a map just in case - and I embarked on my 5.5 hour drive to my doom.
It was totally and utterly uneventful. *wipes brow*
HOWEVER! I got some photos that I wanted to share. because I think the scenery was wild and beautiful. Of course, the pictures are from the car because I refused to stop and get out to take them :D I apologize in advance for the lackluster quality.
|On my way there. Highway 40 runs from Flagstaff to Albuquerque. |
THREE HOURS OF THIS. *dies*
and I'm about to turn on my Indian Route. I'm also a little
scared at this point, but distracted by the colorful rock.
|My biggest adventure: avoiding livestock. There were NO fences along |
the 30ish mile RTE. I drove through a pack of about 6 horses, happily eating grass
on both sides of the rode. And cows, and sheep...
|Navajo country, and the reason for this blog. |
Rock formations like this were everywhere! So beautiful.