After viewing the pueblo ruins at Salmon and Aztec, we pulled into Durango off a mesa in desperate need of a motel room and showers. Our coating of SPF Dirt had helped protect us from the Chaco sun, but it made us less than suitable company for civilized surroundings.
A standard-issue Quality Inn in the outskirts of town did the trick.
As they always do, the boys immediately tested both bedsprings and found they had sufficient bounce. None of us could muster the energy to go out for dinner, so we ordered a pepperoni pizza from a local restaurant recommended by the desk staff. We had just sluiced off the dust layers when there was a knock on the door. Delivery: Not exactly roughing it, but we needed a change of pace.
We placed the box on a bed, folded the slices New York-style without plates, washed it all down with vending-machine Dr. Pepper's, and had a fun party watching a Max Linder silent comedy from 1921 on TMC, laughing between bites.
In the morning, we had time for some pool splashing, and then it was on to Mesa Verde and back to our tent.
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