Twister at Four Corners

I took my kids to four corners.  The silliest place on earth in my mind.  And the whole time we were going there they thought why, why drive an hour out of our way to see where four states meet.

Well as a kid it was in the middle of nowhere when my parents drug us.  Just a platform of concrete and  a couple of cars.

Well it is part of the Dineh Nation now and surrounding it is what I call a Dineh mall.  plywood flea marketeske tables and shacks with native food, jewelry and trinkets...lovely stuff really.  $3 to get into the area a true tourist trap in the making now.

My mom was saying how this isn't like she remembered it, and why do we have to pay, my kids were like forget it dad, we don't want to see it anyway.

We looked at the line to go stand on the platform (they had built a platform to take pictures from and then everyone waited so their family could get on the dias)  So the kids didn't want to wait and Mom didn't want to wait, so I said, go look at the stuff (the mall was in ring around the platform) I'll holler when I'm close (the one with the camera actually determined who got to go next on the dias so I'm in line for the camera platform)

I got close I called the kids they got up on the concrete square and as they stood there for the first picture embarassed as a hundred people are looking on and waiting for me to snap the picture.

So then I get started.

Left foot New Mexico

Right hand Arizona

Right foot Colorado

Left hand Utah 

As my kids began twisting and turning the crowd started laughing and I kept it up for a few more times and then we got a big applause as the left the 'stage'

They'll bring their kids back to four corners someday all the while hearing...

"Why do we have to go there, its stupid"

and saying

"It sure wasn't like this when I was a kid"

I love planting seeds of memories....

And I love the simple things that remind me of them.