We left Moab a little later than I had hoped, to make the 5 minute drive to Arches National Park.
As we approached, a police officer ushered us away from the entrance. I had not realized it was memorial day weekend and the queue to get in to Arches was rammed. I was severely disappointed. We stopped to get gas before continuing to our next stop, which was a ghost town called Sego. I felt like I had gone back in time when we pulled in.
Sego was a little off the beaten path. It ended up being kind of a strange journey. We drove down this long narrow bumpy road to find one random vacant house, which I found pretty disappointing. I guess I had not done enough research because after reading about the surrounding area post-trip I discovered it had a rather interesting history. Sego was a coal mining town which was ultimately crippled by flash floods, fire and the replacement of coal by diesel. Sego Canyon is also the site of several well-preserved groups of pictographs and petroglyphs left by early Native Americans. The images were left from a variety of different cultures: The Fremont culture and the Anasazi culture of the Four Corners area from A.D. 600 to 1250, and from the Archaic period dating from 7000 B.C., the Barrier Canyon period from around 2000 B.C., and the Ute tribe from A.D. 1300.
I hopped out of the car to get a closer look, but having read many warnings about rattlesnakes in the area, I didn’t venture too far.
Upon exiting the crumbling structure, I noticed a gaping hole in the ground that must have been a storm cellar at one point. I was only about a foot away from falling in when I had approached and was so focused on getting a shot of the exterior I was not aware.
The town we had passed on the way in (Thompson, Utah) was far more interesting, so we returned there after wards to take a few photos.
Reflecting on the journey so far, I was blown away by the changing landscapes, particularly in Utah. I was growing more excited as the vibrant rocks became increasingly more green and mountainous.
The only stopped I had planned close to Salt Lake City was in Provo to see some falls. They ended up being kind of ‘meh’. Luckily there was a port-a-potty.
Our hotel in SLC was amazing. The Grand America Hotel. How Grand it was. Gold elevators, a turn down service, and a view of the mountains. The food was also wonderful in SLC. Our first outing was to Sage Café, which was super slow but delicious. I ordered the Tempeh Noodle Salad, which is something I would probably make at home and was missing.
The next morning we drove to Vertical Diner. Our waitress was really sweet. It was very busy and therefore slow. She was extremely apologetic. Our orders were massive, but amazing. I had a breakfast plate called “The Mountain” with all the vegan fixin’s. Breakfast is my favourite. Perhaps all the real meals we ate felt fabulous because our long drives consisted of snack foods like granolas and pre-made smoothies.
The following day we drove the Salt Flats. It was about an hour and a half, but it was awesome. It felt so good to walk around with my feet submerged in this warm salty shallow lake. The scenery was pretty awesome too. There were cracks in the soil where the salt was usually in desert form, but now covered with a shallow pool of water on account of all the rain, thanks to the storms in California. Of course, there were the token mountains in the background. This seems to be a huge theme everywhere we have been. I love it.
We left Salt Lake City not as early as I liked, but stopped for a coffee at the Rose Establishment. Leave it to me to find all the hipster places. But the lattes were good (not quite as good as at Songbird). We had leftover Thai from our dinner out at Sawadee the evening before. Oh coconut soup, so good! Onwards to Yellowstone!