Thursday, June 8, 2023
Days 11-15: Hoodoos and Canyons and Dinosaurs, oh my!
Sunday, June 4, 2023
Days 9 and 10: Halfway
I'd planned a long post full of photos of the past two days since we're staying at Bryce Park Lodge and they have wifi. Turns out the wifi at the campground in Moab was significantly faster; you may be reading this after we get to Salt Lake City. We watched the moon rise, came inside to defrost, and then went out again to look at starts. Between the full moon and the clouds, we didn't see a whole lot of stars. Still worth it. Now defrosting again before bed. Today we had the highest temps we've seen so far (mid-80s when we stopped for lunch in Green River, UT) and we're headed for the lowest tonight (mid-30s here in Bryce).
This is Day 10 - halfway through the trip. Total miles driven so far: ~2700. Total hours in the car: ~52. National Parks visited: 5 (Mesa Verde, Canyonlands, Arches, Capitol Reef, and Bryce). Highest elevation: 9200 feet as we crossed a mountain pass this afternoon (sorry, we didn't stop to get pictures of the remaining patches of snow). Train rides: 1. Meals cooked on our camp stove: 3 (two breakfasts, one dinner). We've listened to part of the first season of Jill Lepore's podcast "The Last Archive" and a few episodes of history podcasts about Bleeding Kansas and John Brown as well as a whole lot of Spotify. We've eaten some very good food (Desert Bistro in Moab, I'm looking at you) and drunk some excellent wine (along with a few nice cocktails here and there, of course).
This is a very different trip from any we've done before. It's not just that we have the luxury of more time and enough money, so we're camping when and where we want to and not staying in a KOA near the highway just to keep costs down. We've learned a lot about ourselves and each other in the 31 years since we last drove across the US. David is more willing to stop at random historical markers and I'm less likely to roll my eyes at the inevitable geology explanations. (I still can't tell a syncline from an anticline. He tries.) Turns out after more than 40 years together we enjoy each other's company even more than we used to.
On to the travelogue:
When I posted something on Facebook about this trip months ago, someone suggested we go to Canyonlands. I don't remember who it was and I really wish I could thank her? him? them? because WOW. Canyonlands National Park includes the confluence of the Green River and Colorado River. There are canyons (duh).
From Canyonlands we wandered to Dead Horse Point State Park. Someone was very happy.
David's hand for scale |
By the time we got to I-70 it was nearly lunchtime so we stopped in Green River for a bite to eat. Then we headed off down the road and decided to follow the signs to Bryce instead of the route WAZE mapped for us. The state of Utah promised us a scenic route and I'd say they delivered.
Random spot to pull off and gape. |
Despite the heaviest rain we've run into so far, we made it to Bryce about 5:30, checked in, ate dinner, and walked out to the amphitheater just in time to see the moon rise.
I've been waiting to come to Bryce since I wrote a report on Utah in fifth grade. For those keeping track, that's more than 50 years. This place exceeds any expectation I could ever have had.
Thursday, June 1, 2023
Days 7 and 8: In Which We Set Up Camp and a Crisis is Averted
Oddly enough, I am writing this at a campsite with WiFi. More on that later along with the crisis that wasn't.
Yesterday I was introduced to the Navajo Taco at a small restaurant in Cortez, CO. Sorry - no photos - it smelled too good! Fresh green chili on Navajo fry bread. Mmm.
Once fortified, we visited Hovenweep National Monument. Our hosts insisted we drive up there; I'd never heard of it. My ignorance sometimes astounds me. The Monument straddles the CO/UT border and is home to innumerable sites of ancient Pueblean architecture. They built with adobe bricks - no cliff houses - incorporating the existing boulders and cliffs into their structures. We imagined kids running up and down the canyon while their parents made bricks, tended crops, processed corn and other staples, and made pottery.
The natural landscape isn't too bad, either.
We finished the evening with delicious homemade food and two remarkable bottles of wine. Good food, good wine, good friends we don't see often enough. Nothing better.
The initial goal of this trip was to see Bryce and Zion National Parks. When I mentioned this on FB, someone suggested (well, insisted) that we should also visit Canyonlands. We looked it up online and decided that sounded good. If this was the old days, we would have looked at a map of Utah and realized that Canyonlands is pretty much right next to Arches National Park. Since we looked up each park separately online and never looked at the regional or state map, we only figured that out a week before we left, by which time it was too late to get timed reservations for entry in Arches in advance. Luckily, they release a certain number of tickets at 6:00 PM the night before.
Originally we planned to try for a campground at Canyonlands National Park for tonight - they're first come, first served. When we looked at the information more closely and realized how long it would take to get there from Mancos, we reconsidered. I'd like to be the sort of person who can drive two hours to an area I don't know at all and not worry about where I'm going to sleep that night. I am not that sort of person. We ended up with a reservation at a commercial campground on the southern outskirts of Moab, UT, which turns out to be about 30 minutes from Canyonlands, and right at the entrance to Arches. David signed on to the NPS ticketing system at 6:00 PM exactly last night and scored us a ticket for 1:00 PM this afternoon. We left our friends about 7:30 and headed west toward Utah. Since we had time, we stopped at Newspaper Rock. The ancient Pueblo people left petroglyphs here almost a thousand years ago and European colonizers chimed in.
Then we stopped for lunch (BBQ) and drove to Arches. The outdoor store in Moab has a quote in the window: "It's like Mars but with more atmosphere." Yes. This isn't the first time on this trip I've found myself without words to describe the experience. I expect it won't be the last.
As we drove out of Arches toward the campground, David looked at me and said "Did we pack sheets?" Um, no, we didn't. The nearest Target is an hour away. It was 5:30 PM. Since I am a very privileged white woman, I've never shopped at a Dollar Store. There's one in Moab. Turns out they have sheets. Phew.
David grilled steak for dinner, I made three or fours trips up to the communal kitchen to do the dishes because I kept forgetting things, he managed to rustle up enough quarters to wash the sheets, and now we're waiting for them to come out of the dryer so we can go to bed. Tomorrow: Canyonlands.