After a peaceful night in Las Vegas, James and I loaded the car, got onto I-15 and headed for Salt Lake City.
A bear welcomes us to Henry’s front door.
This is the only shot I got of the skyline of Salt Lake City.
And with that, my camera memory was full. I couldn’t take any more pictures. So you don’t get to see the very friendly cat that followed me around and jumped into my lap every chance it got. You don’t get to see me teaching some of Angela’s friends how to play Tunnels and Trolls. You don’t get to see my very handsome nephew Nathan who does nature walk blogs of his own. You don’t get to see any of the drive back to Arizona, including the ruggedly beautiful terrain around Page and the Glen Canyon Dam. I could have easily taken another 50 photos on this trip, but the camera filled up, and I had to stop. Lucky you!
The trip back to Phoenix took two days, but I got home in time to join the Fellowship of the Troll for supper at the Talking Stick Resort east of Scottsdale. I saw a chunk of the Navajo reservation I’ve never seen before since Highway 89 between Page and Harper’s Ferry at the Vermillion Cliffs was destroyed by a landslide last month and may take years to repair.
The only thing that really went wrong for me on the trip was that I accidentally left behind the fantasy paperback I was reading at Henry’s house. I hope Angela or Nathan or Henry discovers it and gets a good read out of it.
If you have pictures of scenic Page, Arizona, or have visited the Great Salt Lake, or seen the dinosaur tracks in the stone outside of Yoba City, why not leave a comment? The road trip is over, but perhaps I’ll do it again some day.