Growing up, my family traveled from California to Durango, Colorado for summer vacations. We would leave in the evening so that when driving across the Mojave Desert, it would be in the middle of the night. Our car did not have air conditioning, so traveling at night made the journey more bearable. My dad made as few stops as possible. Total travel time was about 18 hours. On this journey, we traveled north on 89 out of Flagstaff, Arizona and then east on 160 across the Hopi and Navajo Nation reservations. Somewhere on 89 just before turning onto 160, there were these rock formations my dad called Elephant Feet. He told us these were from a Woolly Mammoth during the ice age. My brother and I believed this was an official landmark. Each year we traveled to Durango, we asked “are we stopping at Elephant Feet?” It wasn’t until I was much older (older than I would like to admit) that I found out Elephant Feet was just rock formations in the desert. Fast forward to traveling the same route to Durango with my family. I told Angela, AJ, and Joey that we were stopping at Elephant Feet. This continued the family legend for another generation. Who knows, maybe someday it will become a real “thing”. If you ever find yourself driving this route, keep watch for Elephant Feet on the right (traveling north) of 89 just before the 160 turnoff. Take a photo and share your experience of this historical (family legend) landmark.