Well, Utah has been amazing, but there’s more –
after leaving Price, we spent the rest of our Utah journey passing miles of orange barrels marking out alternate lanes in what appeared to be a massive resurfacing project. At least the sightseeing was great. Notice, I didn’t say “spectacular,” because, according to the maps, we left the “scenic” part of Highway 6 behind at Price and the going ahead would just be ordinary. Well, here is ordinary by Utah standards –
If you look hard you’ll see the sign and arrow painted on the rocks, just above, and pointing toward, the oncoming vehicle that can be seen far in the distance. It is advertising a house made in the rocks – 12 rooms worth and a gift shop and a tour and a… tourist can drop a few bucks here, but not us, a picture is all we got – and it was free. As you can see, there’s another, like us, doing the same on the shoulder ahead.
We negotiated the section of I-70 into Green River quickly and got no photos, even though this stretch IS labeled as a scenic route, because stopping on an Interstate is so problematic, unless you have car trouble.
At Brendel, UT, we left the Interstate again and started another “non” scenic section near Arches National Park and Moab, UT, where I had taken a bunch of Girl Scouts rafting on the Green River in 1980. Along this route, we caught this shot:
Then, we slid into Colorado for a short dash through Cortez and the Ute reservation where they get to see these sights every day –
And this one looks like Holland American gone aground –
That formation, Shiprock, appears on the horizon long before you get to the New Mexico border. It dominates the area. It, and the place names on the map, as well as the signs around us – Farmington, Window Rock, Gallup, Yah-Ta-Hey, all speak to me of my beloved Tony Hillerman mysteries. It’s wonderful to see the area in person, though his descriptions are so good that it looks very familiar.
As you can see, the sun was going down. We did the last part of the day’s journey seeing only signs and lights. Our on-ramp to the section of I-25 we needed to take into Albuquerque was closed, but we had no trouble finding our bed for the night. It was sending a strong beacon by this time.