After falling asleep under a star studded sky I didn’t expect to wake up to snow falling but I did. I decided to drive into Moab and treat myself to a latte. It was another cold night. I’m so glad to have my Sierra Designs sleeping bag when I go camp in the winter. It keeps me nice and toasty.
I had a feeling that the scenery was going to be stunning so I decided to wait for it to get light out before starting my trek through the back-roads to Fruita, Colorado. I spend as much time as I can on back-roads. Why? First, it’s usually where the great scenery is. Second, I love the slower pace.
As you can see, picking the back-road instead of the freeway to Fruita paid off. The sun started peeking through the clouds. I love these tall, giant red rock cliffs lining the road. They are constantly changing, the snow and ice work as a wedge and slowly shave off layers.
Thousands or millions of years from now these beautiful red rock cliffs may no longer be here. Our landscape is constantly changing. One day Europe will not look anything like today once volcano’s that are hiding under the ocean erupt. It’s a bit strange to think of that and that what we see today is not what earth looked like thousands of years ago. Where is my time capsule?
The closer I got to Fruita the colder and snowier it got. Part of the reason for driving to Fruita? A friend of mine sent me a photo a cafe there and as you can see, I had to go visit.
I’ve been to Fruita a few times but it had been a while. After breakfast at “my” cafe I decided to head back to Moab since visibility was low and the snow kept falling. There are many great places to see and explore in the area but with low visibility the point was mute to go explore.
As I was driving back towards Utah I could see the sun peeking through. In my typical fashion of squeezing in a lot during my road trips I decided to take a side tour and go to Goblin Valley to catch the sunset. I love Goblin Valley. It truly is like no other place on earth.
After yet a beautiful sunset and scenery I decided to drive back home. I had originally planned to camp at Nine Mile Canyon and drive some smaller back-roads home but after four cold but beautiful days in the desert it was time to go home, thaw up and then go ski some of the fresh powder that had fallen while I was gone. Until next time…