Showing posts with label Utah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Utah. Show all posts

Saturday, August 19, 2017

scenic byways



We set off early from Zion. First stop: Checkerboard Mesa, which Chris proceeded to climb. After an hour we turned right onto Scenic Byway 12, and drove it start to finish. This is a road.


My memories of Red Canyon from last year did not disappoint. Real Thelma and Louise territory. Adam: Why did you make me watch that film?



Next was a quick visit to Inspiration Point at Bryce, the first time for Chris and Adam.

Afterward we took a short hike to the mossy cave and waterfall. Did I take the same arch pictures last year?


Continuing east on 12 took us to through the Grand Staircase of the Escalante. Is there a more beautiful road in America with its twists and turns and canyons of every color?


We made it to the Anasazi Museum in Boulder just before closing. This state park houses thousands of artifacts of early native Americans in the region. This is a recreated fire pit.


We drove through rain (rain!) at 9600 feet on Boulder Mountain, and then descended to lovely Capital Reef in time to chase the sunset. Highway 12, end to end.

Adam drove us deep into Capital Gorge, as the steep sheer rock faces rose above us.

How, we wondered, did the Mormon wagon trains cross these enormous mountains?


Waterpocket fold continues for nearly 100 miles. The only cuts across it are washes, which can be full of water in dangerous flash floods.


Fruita, the oasis of Capital Reef, is green with water from the Fremont River. Settlers—no more than 10 families at a time—planted apples and peaches and pears. You can still taste the fruit of their labors today in the orchards.



Also along the river are giant sandstones with 13th-century petroglyphs. So wonderful that they've survived this long.



Friday, June 3, 2016

🎶 you give us those nice bright colors 🎶

Janet sent me to Kodachrome Basin State Park. It's about 10 miles south of where I was staying. 
"Take a walk surrounded by giant dildos," she said. 
The rock formations are magnificent. 
It's much less crowded than Bryce, plus you can walk among the sandstone hoodoos, although here they're called pipes. The carmel and entrada formations date from the Jurassic era, 140 to 180 million years ago. Just imagine dinosaurs roaming here.
And yes, some of the pillars, carved away by wind and water, are a bit phallic. 
Okay, maybe more than a bit. 
This one is just enormous: 40 or 50 feet. 
I headed off on what was supposed to be a short, easy hike up to the angel's palace. It was short but had a few steep sections. I wound up hiking with a few friendly Floridians, which helped on the steep sections.
Just don't look down and you'll be fine. 
It got hot so I came back to Tropic, picked up an iced coffee, had lunch, and took a swim. Then I headed back to Bryce. 
An easy walk brought me to this waterfall. 
I spied this arch up above.
No idea how those people got up there.
Tomorrow it's time to head home. It's been another great road (and rail) trip. Maybe I'll stop at Butch Cassidy's hideout on the way.


C'mon, you know you want to sing along: 

Kodachrome
You give us those nice bright colors
You give us the gree-eens of summer
Makes you think all the world's
in a sunny day…oh, yeah.
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph…

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

refuge

"To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands."
—Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge

Today I wandered by the Great Salt Lake. I'd flown over it, but never gotten this close. 
The horizon goes on and on forever. 
It feels like you can see the curvature of the earth. 
The "sand" is full of minerals, sparkling, taking on many hues. 
Lots of tourists were at the lake taking selfies. 
Including me. 
I'm not sure what Saltair, the building with turrets, is doing here. 
As I was leaving, a parasailor showed up. 
It wasn't really windy enough. Not like Fort Funston. 
He struggled a bit, then got a little lift. 
Not a bad way to waste an afternoon. 
Tomorrow: heading south.