Before long, we exit the “civilized” areas of Colorado, and enter the pasty yellow plains of Utah, barren and devoid of life – even the exits proclaim there are no services available at flyspeck towns that are not even listed on the map. There is an overlook right off to pause at to take in these panoramic views of this great desolation that stretches off into the distance until the ghostly outlines of mountains rise up to meet the blue skies. It is overwhelming.
Our destination is Moab, and Arches National Park. If you simply set the GPS to take you there, it will take you the fast way. Along the interstate and then south. But during my research for the trip, Pops found there was another route that began a little further east, Route 128, which goes south, then followed the Colorado River until it reaches Moab.
With some difficulty, we find Route 128 – the exits are named by towns, not roads here, although this exit did have a route number enshrined in a beehive logo – the logo used in Utah for their state roads like we use the Old Man of the Mountain in New Hampshire. It is a Mormon icon for industry and community. It is also part of the ‘Dinosaur Diamond” one of four sites in the region with many fossils on display – Moab forms one point, Grand Junction the other.