In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined the experience of driving across Utah. We entered the state via its southeastern most corner, just after leaving Page, Arizona, then made a sort of a loop, traveling west to Zion, up to Bryce, then a stunning (and at times a bit terrifying) drive to Capital Reef via the crazy road Devil’s Backbone, across a high alpine forest with gorgeous trees and snow, down through an endless line of cattle ranches, to a world so different, so stunning, so surreal it was hard to take in. Everywhere you looked, the world was made of ancient stone cliffs and a landscape so boulder-filled the only reasonable conclusion was This place has been bombed.
We could hardly speak, Tim and I, but to say would you look at that, or do you see that?, or how on earth could you possibly explain that. Cliffs, canyons, snow-capped mountains, high desert plains, desolate badlands, stair-stepped plateaus, wind-polished slick rock—all of this (and more) in conjunction with wandering cattle and a speed limit of 80. I respectfully submit the state’s motto should become:
The national parks we saw in Utah—Zion, Bryce, Capitol Reef, Canyonlands, Arches—I can hardly breathe just listing that. Those experiences were the reason for this trip, and every single one grandly exceeded our expectations. I’ll offer more about each of them in another post, but for now, I want to show you some of what Utah had to serve up, most of which came as we simply drove from place to place.
Lordy, did we enjoy Utah.
Until next time—