Sometimes when life gets a little mundane Morgan and I love to take Mini Vacay’s to go hiking or to just get away. They almost always are unplanned, last minute, and change fifty times before we actually arrive at a destination; much like our trip to Utah.
Utah offers a dizzying landscape that changes rather dramatically every few miles. The landscape is one that is kind of mind-boggling and exciting. When we were driving I kept imagining wild horses running along the rugged dirt trails and into the sun-beaten dessert searching for adventure. Utah is known for Salt Lake City up north and Moab down south. But this time of the year in southern Utah the switch from alpine evergreen forests sprinkled with aspen to a rugged and sun-drenched colorful sea of sandstone cliffs, domes, and canyons is one that is truly awe-inspiring.
This time of year, fall’s hues of rich reds, warm oranges, and sunburnt yellows seem impossible to overlook, especially when at certain times of day shades of rich purples pour over the silhouettes of the mountains like something you would see in a painting.
It is truly amazing, yet impossible to comprehend, wild rivers and erosive forces had once carved this land to create stunning rock formations you see simply by driving through the southern part of this wild and untamed state.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” ― John Muir
As Morgan and I made our way through Arches National park, I thought to myself, waking up at five in the morning to go running through the canyons, hiking on mountains, climb over gigantic boulders and now stroll over a rock bridge that dropped about ninety feet down was enough for one day, especially because I am afraid of heights. Yet, being at the top of the rock bridge watching condors fly below us I was calm. My heart seemed to stop feeling exhilarated by the beauty and overwhelmed by the height, I felt accomplished. Morgan looked back calling me to continue walking over the rock bridge, as I continued to step carefully across I thought, this is Utah.