Friday, July 20
Our drive to Salt Lake took longer than expected. On our way out of The Grand Canyon, we thought we had seen all we would see because of the rain yesterday. We came around a bend and saw another incredible view with enough time to pull the rig off the road into the turnout. This spot allowed us to walk closer to the edge of the canyon and get some great pics!
As we left the park, there were many other 'visual gifts' on the road. As we took to the main highway, we encountered a detour on Hwy 89 due to the road buckling and collapsing. It re-routed us through some incredible Arizona desert country that we would have missed had we not been sent another way (there's a life lesson or Robert Frost poem in there somewhere).
We reconnected with the main highway in Page, Arizona on the edge of the dam at Lake Powell. Shortly after crossing, we entered Utah and it was as if the State said 'I'll show you, Arizona!' as the landscape once again changed from desert to more evergreen mountain scenery. The many small towns we passed through were quaint with mom-and-pop restaurants and motels that looked more like I imagined Route 66 would have looked in its heyday. We ate at a Subway (I know, why not one of the mom-and-pops?) because it seemed all the local eateries shut down early for a Friday night. Back on the road as dark settled in we still had a bit of driving to do and made it into our campsite at 2AM. Early wake up call to head toward Yellowstone. . .
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