When we hit the road out of Grand Junction, CO, flurries
were whipping through the red rocks. I had spied more snow out in the assumed
land of lizards and heat stroke than I did in Chicago during all of March.
Snow clouds |
How do these things get there? |
As we crossed into Utah, the landscape began to shift
dramatically.
Formations that had gently rolled through Southern Colorado began
to shoot up and dip down in wild elevation changes. Every layer of sediment
took on a different shade of red (orange-red, blue-red, green-red) and there is
nothing in the way of civilization for miles (70+ at points).
Might as well
break down on Mars.
It pained us to drive past Canyonlands and Arches in Moab
and not stop. There was a Jeep Jamboree that week and you could spy them
driving on all kinds of sketchy roads along the canyon wall.
However, we had places to be and dogs are forbidden beasts in National Parks.
Sled dog, confused. |
It’s a shame, but I get it.
Irresponsible owners who don’t clean up (a dog turd would last for
10,000 years in the arid desert) or have a handle on aggression/noise issues
tend to ruin it for the rest of us. Wildlife disturbance is also a definite
consideration.
Now service dogs wouldn’t raise red flags, but I imagine
that needing a service dog would not readily qualify me for boulder scrambles
(red flag) and canyon ledge tightrope-walking (redder flag).
Next time.
The Mexican Hat. |
Rob and D-man in the desert. |
Once well out of Moab, the scenery got sparser. Skinny rock
formations towered in the distance. Wind was whipping red sand across the roads.
We passed through dry, freezing towns that seemed to be coated in red dust.
Stray desert dogs had literally made their homes on road
medians.
I saw Rob’s car get smacked by giant tumbleweeds.
Bright. Hot. Treeless. |
The kayak on top of Rob’s car made an excellent makeshift
sail as we battled desert dust storms across Arizona. It went from cold to hot
in a matter of one or two canyons (…and bless my AC. Rob’s doesn’t work. He
holds out for Alaskan temperatures and vows never to fix it).
Beware of free-range cattle. |
Dodger has gotten to pee on some cool stuff during this trip. |
Dust storms. |
Then, we climbed a mountain to Flagstaff and could finally
breathe air without sneezing orange dust. There were trees that smelt good. We
weren’t being sand blasted in the face.
As the sun was setting, we rolled down the mountain from
Flagstaff and drove the last couple of hours into Glendale. Rob’s Uncle Ron
moved out here from Chicago many moons ago with his wife, Maria, and settled in
for good.
Cactus flower in the early morning. It will close up and fall off soon. Bat pollinated? |