Ok, so I scheduled a night in Vegas, but let’s be honest and note that the only sinning I had planned was checking out the arts district and probably drinking too much. Still, I left Utah on Saturday morning, took back roads briefly into Arizona, and then on to Nevada and the Valley of Fire! Oh, and Las Vegas.
Thursday night I had some minor scooter maintenance to do so my exploration was limited to visiting a few sights near Hurricane. I had Friday off however, so I took the opportunity to explore the amazing Snow Canyon State Park.
Since I had a full Sunday to explore I decided to do two longer hikes in Zion National Park: Angels Landing and Observation Point. This ended up being pretty much my maximum for the day and I stumbled home exhausted and happy. We now begin The Zion Picture Blitz.
After two weeks in Salt Lake City it was time to take my leave and I headed out in the morning, taking a route roughly parallel to I-15 (mostly on the 6) down South and a bit West to Hurricane (pronounced locally as “hurra-kin”) where I’d be staying for the next week and exploring Zion National Park. On the way I ended seeing signs for Parowan Gap, and took a small detour to see more petroglyphs!
Dinosaurs! Mormon inspired sculpture parks! Hikes in canyons and up summits! Clippy the Bartender! My second week in Salt Lake City was filled with a more low key, but still random assortment of activities.
One of the nice parts about spending two weeks in a location is I have time to explore the surrounding area over the weekend. This meant on Saturday I drove out to see the actual Salt Lake and then on Sunday I went hiking in the mountains before visiting Park City. Rather, that was my original plan.
I arrived in Salt Lake City knowing little more than it was founded by Mormons and it was supposed to be pretty there. I came away with distinctly mixed feelings; there are a ton of fun places to eat and drink, so much neat nature nearby, a scary lack of diversity and a surprising number of homeless people. Also inversion. It’s a strange city.
After learning about the Fremont Indians the day before, I’d heard there was nearby “9 Mile Canyon” where you could see petroglyphs. It was a wide detour, and the signs were a bit vague about about exactly how much was gravel road vs. paved. Perfect!
The trip from Moab up to Salt Lake City is easily done in a day, but for wandering’s sake I planned a night between the two. On the map Price seemed the largest city between the two, so I booked a night there and proceeded to have the same conversation on multiple phone calls.
“Yeah, I’ll be spending Saturday night at Price.” “Oh, you’re visiting Bryce?”