We flew to Utah last Wednesday. After one solid week out West, I felt like we'd been gone for three. A real vacation.
It’s not often that time accommodates me this way, expanding not contracting. Rolling out the welcome mat, not nipping at my heels. I have the shapeshifting landscape of Utah to thank for that.
On Friday we drove from Park City to Moab, home of Arches National Park, and over the course of five hours, the landscape must have changed every 25 minutes, evergreen mountains giving way to dense Aspen groves; a sea of white tree trunks flowing into vast earthy canyons; rocky terrain yielding to sand. Sand shifting from beige to purple to pink to rust to red, and building itself back up into rock again.
Give me your tired, your poor, your attention deficit disorder.
On Friday we drove from Park City to Moab, home of Arches National Park, and over the course of five hours, the landscape must have changed every 25 minutes, evergreen mountains giving way to dense Aspen groves; a sea of white tree trunks flowing into vast earthy canyons; rocky terrain yielding to sand. Sand shifting from beige to purple to pink to rust to red, and building itself back up into rock again.
Give me your tired, your poor, your attention deficit disorder.
We celebrated my mother’s 45th birthday at the Red Cliffs Adventure lodge, tucked alongside the Colorado River, where a mile down the road, we were told, Johnny Depp was busy filming the new Lone Ranger. It took me an hour and a half to run six miles, because I could not stop stopping to take pictures. Of the mountains, not Johnny Depp.
That’s what I did in Utah. I gawked and took pictures. Gawked and took pictures and hoisted my jaw up off the ground and took some more.
And then I ate bread. At every meal, bread. It’s not as if Utah is especially known for bread. And yet. If you are in Utah now and craving a sandwich, I hope you are a fan of spinach wraps. Because the bread? All gone! Bye bye. You can keep your beautiful spacious skies and purple mountains’ majesty, but the amber waves of grain? THOSE ARE MINE ALL MINE NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.
They say you can't take the Rocky Mountains with you, but my post-vacation pants beg to differ.
And then I ate bread. At every meal, bread. It’s not as if Utah is especially known for bread. And yet. If you are in Utah now and craving a sandwich, I hope you are a fan of spinach wraps. Because the bread? All gone! Bye bye. You can keep your beautiful spacious skies and purple mountains’ majesty, but the amber waves of grain? THOSE ARE MINE ALL MINE NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.
They say you can't take the Rocky Mountains with you, but my post-vacation pants beg to differ.
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