|| Rock and sand are the skeleton of Utah. Highways wind in and out of this skeleton like arteries, delivering life to various cities and towns. Travel these highways enough and you’ll have an opportunity to snag some amazing photos of the landscape. Above are two bits of road that stretch between Salt Lake City and Moab. ||
|| Moab is a place of drama, but not for the people in my experience… only the landscape. The trip from Salt Lake to Moab is pretty straightforward: hop on the highway, take less than a dozen turns, and cross your fingers that the campsite you’re aiming for isn’t already occupied. Campsites go quick, this is more common than not. Provided you have the storage, the fresh water spring outside town has all the water you need. Turkey snacks and a radar detector never hurt either. ||
|| Just outside Moab lies a ramshackle town that I’ve forgotten the name of. Broken down busses, RVs, a house or two without a roof, and one house with a landscape painted on its side. All this in the heat of the desert and everything regulated by a single stop sign. We stopped at the sign, looked around and the only thing in spitting distance was a post office. Someone delivers the mail, obviously, but who opens it in this town? ||
|| The road to Moab is paved with mesas. Both sides of the road offer a unique view, only a few hours from the city. Why not take a trip South? ||
|| A late-season visit to Moab, Utah yielded some muddy mountain biking and a seriously impressive view. Overnight the temperature dropped rapidly and moisture moved across the desert causing an unusual amount of snow. The snow was deep enough to drag against the bottom of my truck, and it closed down our planned ride of the Porcupine Rim trail. Until the Spring, we wait. ||