Why on earth do I live on the east coast?
This is the question I was asking myself as my sister and I made our way to Moab, Utah. From the moment we left Grand Junction, Colorado we could not stop gasping and squealing in awe. The west is magnificent. As we rolled along Interstate 70 and then the Upper Colorado Scenic Byway, we left our stress behind and simply enjoyed the view. Perhaps, we stopped too many times for pictures, but what is too many times?
I made my sister take a picture of this truck.
In a short while, we crossed over into Utah.
A fellow traveler pointed out this burrowed owl. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be excited about this.
I don’t know what this is, but I found it fascinating.
The open road turned along the Colorado River.
As Route 128 winds its way into Utah, it’s called the Upper Colorado Scenic Byway. With few other cars on the road, we had the luxury of taking silly shots like this one.