Day: September 7, 2017

The Sunday of Labor Day weekend I drove from where I had been staying in Joseph, Utah east on I-70 to get to Grand Junction, Colorado, where I would be spending two nights.  Along the way I was planning to stop at Arches National Park to see one small area of the Park which wasn’t open to the public when I was there a few days earlier.

Shortly before getting to the entrance for Arches I saw these colorful rock formations not far off the road.

When I got to the entrance for the Park I saw there was a huge line of traffic waiting to get in.  I decided not to get in all that mess and further down the road, just before getting to the little town of Moab, I turned left and got on a scenic road which would take me back to the dreaded interstate.

Route 128 took me for a very pleasant drive alongside the Colorado River.  Huge, reddish-brown rock mountains lined both sides of the road, towering hundred of feet it the air.  This went on for about 20 miles!

The road briefly turned away from the river and got more desert-like (and heated up…. the highest temperature I saw on the car thermometer was 106!).

Eventually I got back alongside the river for a few more miles.

 

The morning of Labor Day Monday I drove east of Grand Junction, Colorado and took a scenic drive south through the little town of Mesa.  Here are some of the things I saw that morning.

And not all Aspen trees turn yellow in the Fall.  Some go rogue and turn orange or red.

Danger…. Danger, Will Robinson….

There I go, showing my age once again…

The night before I left Grand Junction my Airbnb host asked me if I was planning to visit this National Monument, just outside of town.  I told him my scenic route would take me right past it but I wasn’t planning to stop.  He said I should so I did.  I got there just after it opened at 8 o’clock and spent the next 3 hours making the 23 miles scenic drive through the facility.  This turned out to be another great find which wasn’t on my radar.

About two thirds of the way through the Monument there was an overlook which gave me a look at “Fallen Rock” a HUGE chunk of a mountain side which had broken loose and slid downward.  It was in dark shade so my pictures didn’t turn out too well.  Here is a good one I found online.

(Photo credit: theworldisabook.com)

Believe me, the portion that broke off is enormous.  I’ll think of this from now on every time I see a “Watch for Fallen Rock” sign when driving through the mountains.  You probably will too.  You’re welcome.

 

After leaving the Colorado National Monument outside of Grand Junction I headed north and then west on some scenic roads to get to my next stop.  Here are some of the things I saw along the way.

Not long after I got north of I-70 it became apparent I would be spending some time in scenery which was different from the mountains I have grown accustomed to being in.

When I got up near the town of Rangely, CO things started looking a little more habitable.  These were some interesting rock formations near the road I was on.

Just before crossing in to Utah I came to the town of Dinosaur, Colorado.  It is just south of the Dinosaur National Monument, which spans east to west in both Utah (to the west) and Colorado (to the east).  Since I had spent so much time in the Colorado National Monument earlier in the day I didn’t have time to go to this one, or to the Flaming Gorge National Recreation Area even further north.  Some pictures in the Visitor Center looked nice, though, so I will be coming back in May of next year on my way to California.

After crossing in to Utah I came across this scenic overlook.  There was already a car parked there and a gentleman was standing near the wall, admiring the view while his wife waited in the car.  It was becoming evident that wildfire smoke was going to be obscuring the view the further north I went.  I commented to the man that we had to take the bad with the good, but that there was way more good in this part of the country.

I would have to keep telling myself that throughout the day today after I learned a few hours after taking this photo that my Airbnb in Orem would not be available to me and I’d have to spend several hours making other arrangements.

When I got close to Provo I saw that a wildfire was burning between where I was and town.

This is the Tank Hollow fire.  When I looked to the left towards the sun (which would be setting in about an hour and a half) I noticed that the smoke made it appear as a large orange disk.  It looked even more dramatic, and a deeper orange, when viewed through the tinted glass at the top of the car windshield.

As I proceeded north on Route 6 I went around a turn and saw several wind turbines, slowly turning in the breeze.

I went back today and got some other photos.

They have lights nearby which apparently illuminate them at night.  Given their proximity to the road that would be a pretty cool sight, but I don’t like to drive at night on unfamiliar roads so I’ll just have to find some photos online.

 

My original plan once I got to Orem was to go further north, past Salt Lake City, and make a scenic loop around Bear Lake.  That loop would have taken me from northeast Utah, through a small portion of western Wyoming, the southeast corner of Idaho, and back to Utah.

This morning I drove north (in rush hour traffic due to a late start on my part (late to bed, late to rise…) until I reached Brigham City.  After exiting the dreaded interstate I entered the closest town on the southwest side of Bear Lake into my GPS unit.  When I discovered I wouldn’t get there until after 11am local time I did some quick calculating and decided to abandon the loop idea because I’d end up back in SLC just in time for evening rush hour (plus the visibility was so poor, due largely to wildfire smoke, that I wouldn’t have seen much anyway).

I headed back south, went around SLC to the east on I-84 and I-80, giving the city a wide berth, and did a small scenic drive near Park City, ultimately taking me to Heber City.  There I had my car serviced (oil & filter, tire rotation), had lunch, and stopped at the library to use their computer to book another Airbnb for tonight (I’m writing tonight’s posts from Eagle Mountain, UT, northwest of Provo).

Here are some of the things I saw throughout the day.

There are more mountains out there, you just can’t see them due to the smoke.  This is Deer Creek Reservoir, southwest of Heber City.

Next I traveled further south to Provo and stopped at the LDS Temple there.

I went inside and found two gentlemen, dressed in white from head to toe, who greeted me soon after I entered the building.  I asked if I was allowed inside the Temple and they politely informed me this was a far as I would get.  They said I could go downstairs to a small reception area but that no photos were allowed anywhere inside the building.  One of the gentlemen followed me downstairs to be sure I complied with their rules (I actually think he was tempted to ask me if he could try on my Safety Sam vest once he got away from the other guy but low and behold, here were two more gentlemen dressed all in white downstairs, so he never got the chance).  I don’t think I would have made out any better if I were dressed all in white as they were scanning ID’s of some folks who were then allowed inside the Temple.  I doubt if they had flashed their AAA cards….

I’m posting another photo of the Temple to show some of the gorgeous flower beds and landscaping they had all around the property.  I had been to the Temple up in Salt Lake City years ago when visiting my youngest brother and his wife, who lived up there for many years.  On one visit I went and heard the Mormon Tabernacle Choir perform there.  It was quite impressive.

Further down the road I found Utah’s version of Bridal Veil Falls.

I then went further south and did a scenic loop near where the Tank Hollow fire was still burning (it increased from 5,097 acres to 7,696 acres overnight and is still only 44% contained.  As I got back to Route 6 I saw this shrine on the hillside across the road at the T-intersection where I was to turn left.  Someone had painted lots of rocks various colors and placed them in this pattern.  There were 3 wooden crosses at the top with names of various people.

Tomorrow morning I hop on the dreaded interstate and go all the way south, almost as far as Las Vegas.  Before crossing the state line, however, I’ll exit the highway and go through Zion National Park.  I’ll be staying in the little town of Kanab, just east of the Park for the next 4 nights.