Published from the car as we enter Summit County, Colorado.
With the adrenline still flowing from an epic day of riding at Mammoth, Jen and I saddled up the Fiesta and departed the pomp of Mammoth Lakes. The trip's focus had shifted from riding as much as possible to rediscovering the grandeur and beauty of our homeland. With this in mind, we charted a course for one of the most beautiful national parks in the country.
We rolled out of Mammoth at a healthy 1 pm with a new destination, Zion National Park in Utah. I let Google guide us, now mind you this can be a bit scary in these parts. Google took us over the pass just north of Death Valley back into Nevada.
Jen promptly passed out in the passenger seat as I waged war on the twists of the wee pass. Okay, she didn't exactly pass out, every now and again I would hear a faint, "Ugh my stomach, uh oh." I kept the pace, there was an In N Out burger in Vegas at stake. Not exactly a pack of peanuts, now is it.
A splendid view of California
The pass spilled out into some of the most desolate country I have seen this side of Kazakhstan
I like this sign, reminds me of the bull signs in southern Spain. Seriously how can you not like a cow sign.
The countryside was dotted with these cactus trees. While you scholarly types would want a scientific name, we just called them Dr. Seus trees.
Here's your big Western sky photo. Enjoy.
Awesome.
Road trip theorem: If Death Valley Nut and Candy Company should equal awesome then In N Out Burger must equal wicked awesome. This has been proven to be true. And we scored some fresh stickers for the rig. Bonus.
Apologies to lovers of Vegas, but this is as close as I need to be.
There was some worry that we were in fundamentalist Mormon country while we sought a campground out in southern Utah. At one point, we were a tad lost on a dirt road when Jen exclaimed, "If I see two school buses across the road, I want out of this trip." Luckily no scary buses were witnessed and we ended up at the Quail Creek campground.
The morning compute.
