The national parks of southern Utah are definitely Holy Cow territory. Today we did Arches and Canyonlands, both just north of Moab. Photographs can’t do justice to the wild wind-eroded shapes and the multi-level canyons. Our eyes are overloaded. Was it only yesterday we did Mesa Grande in Colorado???
We were supposed to be on our way from here to Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park. But… I don’t want to be one of those “seen one big red rock, seen ’em all” type folks… but… we’re outta here.
Much to my surprise, this turns out to be a very busy season for these parts. We rolled into Moab this morning and found there were only two rooms left in town. The Virginian Motel turns out to be very nice — humble, yet equipped with kitchenette and wireless internet. (The campsites are also totally filled, so just as well we didn’t pack a tent.) While vacationing U.S. families are all tucked in back home, the Europeans are on holiday in these parts. Good for the economy, bad for happy-go-lucky.
I told myself I should lean into the challenge of finding a room every night. But then I said to hell with that. Let’s go north! So, tomorrow we’re heading up toward the Great Salt Lake.