Monday, 31 July 2017
Day Six - Provo to Moab via the Arches National Park - 192 Miles
The landscape then reverted to the Martian vistas of the previous day - not even aromatic sagebrush to break up the view.
Yet, if the landscapes weren't too exciting, my fellow travellers made up for it. For a large part of the journey, I found myself accompanied by a group of bikers - at least 25 in front of me, the same number behind.
Each had the regulation beard, sunglasses and bandana, few had helmets, but most had slim, blond female pillion passengers. Most rode in the feet forward, hands high position beloved of bikers ever since Easy Rider. And there was me, in my dusty little Jeep Renegade, somehow in the middle of this.
Things brightened up when I reached one of America's great natural wonders, the Arches National Park.
For reasons I wish I understood (Wikipedia's description is technical and rather confusing), millions of years of erosion have created a landscape of vast towers, columns and arches. The first viewpoint - named Park Avenue because of how the vast columns resemble skyscrapers - was breathtaking.
Every corner I turned presented me with the most incredible view. I took a hundred photos, but I'm sure none will capture the scale of this astonishing place.
The streets were buzzing with German, French and Dutch. Moab is the centre for off-roading, hiking, and - in the winter - skiiing.
I had a delicious lobster curry at a the 'Twisted Sistas' restaurant, and retired early, leaving Moab to party into the night.