From Colorado we headed over the Utah, which as it turn out is another playground. I like this theme. I love this country.
Moab, Zion, Arches, Bryce Canyon.
Rented a Polaris Razor and flogged it all over the desert for the afternoon. What an incredibly capable machine! Fast or slow, it handled every obstacle with ease. Five hours at ~60mph, plus some slow climbing, and we only used 1.4 gallons of fuel!
I touched a dinosaur!!! Check that one off the bucket list.
On the road from Moab over to Bryce Canyon. I forgot to change the setting on my camera back from the previous night's long exposures, so all my pictures that day were massively blown out. The recovered images have a neat effect though.
By the time we got to Bryce Canyon it was late in the afternoon, we were hot and tired, and the place was crawling with tourists by the busload. Intent on finding someplace shady and cool to camp out for the night, we instead found a rather rugged National Forest road that ran right on over to Zion National Park. Bryce Canyon can be a destination for another day.
This little guy still had fresh brand marks on his hide as he free-ranged in the forest.
I don't have any pictures of it, but that night I experienced one of the most awe-inspiring moments of my life. As we were driving along, we more felt than heard thunder. Only is was continuous and felt as if it were coming from the ground. Pulling over to verify that it wasn't my truck, a cloud of dust began to gather beyond the road in the gathering gloom of late dusk.
The thunder was a large herd of buffalo stampeding across the prairie, all hoofbeats and snorting breath. Fortunately they were running parallel to the road, not across it. They were ghostly in the last moments of civil twilight, and full of power. It was effortless to float back in time and imagine herds ten or a hundred times that size charging over the horizon. And tagging along halfheartedly was one loan dairy cow. Just one of those magic moments on the road.
Not daring to bring my DSLR, I learned to take some stills with my GoPro in the slot canyons. If you ever have the chance, definitely hike/slosh this trail.
Since our tandem BASE jumping trip got nixed due to unfavorable winds, the girlie and I rented some bikes to head out across the desert in search of heatstroke. Fortunately the rental mountain bike came with a chain repair kit, as I blew mine out on the first hill climb.
Next stop: Vegas and home to California!
Moab, Zion, Arches, Bryce Canyon.
Rented a Polaris Razor and flogged it all over the desert for the afternoon. What an incredibly capable machine! Fast or slow, it handled every obstacle with ease. Five hours at ~60mph, plus some slow climbing, and we only used 1.4 gallons of fuel!
I touched a dinosaur!!! Check that one off the bucket list.
On the road from Moab over to Bryce Canyon. I forgot to change the setting on my camera back from the previous night's long exposures, so all my pictures that day were massively blown out. The recovered images have a neat effect though.
By the time we got to Bryce Canyon it was late in the afternoon, we were hot and tired, and the place was crawling with tourists by the busload. Intent on finding someplace shady and cool to camp out for the night, we instead found a rather rugged National Forest road that ran right on over to Zion National Park. Bryce Canyon can be a destination for another day.
This little guy still had fresh brand marks on his hide as he free-ranged in the forest.
I don't have any pictures of it, but that night I experienced one of the most awe-inspiring moments of my life. As we were driving along, we more felt than heard thunder. Only is was continuous and felt as if it were coming from the ground. Pulling over to verify that it wasn't my truck, a cloud of dust began to gather beyond the road in the gathering gloom of late dusk.
The thunder was a large herd of buffalo stampeding across the prairie, all hoofbeats and snorting breath. Fortunately they were running parallel to the road, not across it. They were ghostly in the last moments of civil twilight, and full of power. It was effortless to float back in time and imagine herds ten or a hundred times that size charging over the horizon. And tagging along halfheartedly was one loan dairy cow. Just one of those magic moments on the road.
Not daring to bring my DSLR, I learned to take some stills with my GoPro in the slot canyons. If you ever have the chance, definitely hike/slosh this trail.
Since our tandem BASE jumping trip got nixed due to unfavorable winds, the girlie and I rented some bikes to head out across the desert in search of heatstroke. Fortunately the rental mountain bike came with a chain repair kit, as I blew mine out on the first hill climb.
Next stop: Vegas and home to California!
This is one of the random detours I'm talking about Kiriesh
