In the Four Corners

It has become a solid tradition that we spend the week after Christmas in the four corners.  I'm pretty sure that it is the girls' favorite place, and I like it pretty well, too.  We drove down yesterday and stopped briefly for some late day sun at the mouth of the Dirty Devil:  Strong light and bright colors.  Today was a different story.  It rained all night and snowed until late afternoon, so the back-country was a mess of slush and mud.  We had to do something, so we slogged through a seven-mile round-tripper in Brushy Wash.  Nobody complained, but it probably won't make the guide book.