The Copper Canyon with questionable maps. Part three.
May
03
2015
The Copper Canyon had provided its fair share of ups and downs. Both literally and figuratively.
The Copper Canyon had provided its fair share of ups and downs. Both literally and figuratively.
After a week relaxing on the beach south of Rosarito, recovering from zipping all over the USA like mad people, it was time to get moving again. We just didn’t move very far.
Having spent far too long faffing about in Utah and Nevada our time in Colorado was short. (That was about the only thing that was short in Colorado—everything else appeared to be of record-breaking height.) After visiting Dinosaur National Monument on the Utah side, we had been considering driving to Echo Park on the Colorado side of the park—but we were told that the road was closed. No surprise there, that had happened a lot lately.
A lot of the time on this trip Emma is the chief Navigator. But sometimes Emma takes a nap and lets Javier, our Spanish-speaking, slightly scatterbrained GPS take charge of the navigational guidance.
It is with heavy hearts that we say goodbye to a trusted friend—Our 1994 Hilux Surf.