Go West: Day Six

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

This was Hubby's big day. He headed out early to hit the San Juan River for his full day of fly fishing. Leta and I hopped in my Ford Edge and set out to do some sightseeing. Our first stop was the McDonald's in Aztec so I could check my email. Abe's Fly Shop and Motel was pretty much a dead zone for cell service, and while they had wi-fi, my little travel-sized Chromebook couldn't get a signal. But, hey, I was on vacation. We also met up with Leta's son. He's a local police officer, and I think he wanted to meet this weird friend of his mother's who would fly all the way from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to hang out. I also think I passed inspection because I'm not in jail.

With Leta navigating, we headed into the Navajo Reservation and drove to Shiprock, a well known rock formation.

The scenery in the opposite direction was pretty cool, too.


On our way back, we stopped at Hog Back Trading Post, situated across the road from another rock formation known as—no surprise here—the Hog Back.


I loved this little trading company, and plunked down some of my mad money for a turquoise necklace. Half price!

We drove to Farmington for lunch at Three Rivers Restaurant, and NOT the Three Rivers we're familiar with in Pittsburgh. I can attest that this New Mexican microbrewery serves top notch fish and chips, and excellent cole slaw.

We returned to Abe's to find Hubby crashed after a long day of fishing. From this photo, I'd have to say he had a good time.

Leta's son and his family joined us for dinner. I was too exhausted to eat. Playing is hard work! And I was beginning to think I would sleep for a week once we got home.


Next: Exploring the Aztec Ruins and a return jaunt to Colorado.

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