5165.4 miles. One Mini Cooper S convertible. Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, California and back through Oregon the other way. Across first and up last. Four jeep trips to explore Nine Mile Canyon, the back end of Arches National Park, Leadville, and Death Valley.
One friend and boon companion for two weeks of the journey, joined me in Salt Lake and flew home from Nevada. One special Prairie Dog Posse member (Paula) joined us for a rollicking trip through Utah with her jeep. One lovely cousin (Jewel), one wonderful son and his family (Joel and Grace), one bosom buddy (Sherry) and so many wonderful people we met along the way. Then we add one toxic, dysfunctional, literally crazy family (mine).
I am still trying to understand what the hell happened over those three days. My own Fellini movie with bad actors. I escaped, quite literally, intact. On to writing down the adventure including the night at hippie hostel and Abe’s bar, and editing more than 500 photographs of:
Salt Lake City, Petroglyphs in utah, miles of them. Arches National Park, Canyonlands National Park, Leadville and Nederland, and Garden of the Gods in Colorado. Taos and the Taos Pueblo, a world heritage site. Santa Fe and its antique Spanish glory. Vermillion Cliffs and the Book Cliffs, Jacobs Lake and the North Rim of the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park. San Diego Old Town and various and sundry wonders seen along the way.
This could take a while. Stay tuned…