Early this July, we had planned meetings with a few of our vendors in Park City. I joked with friends that I would go on a southern Utah vision quest before heading into a few days of line showings. The plan got put in place: three days, two nights and see where I end up. I’d have to say, it wasn’t a drug induced spiritual revolution, but it sure was an awesome three days in the sun.
I made my way south to Torrey, Utah just outside of Capitol Reef National. I’d been through here on a past road trip and knew that I had to stop at Cafe Diablo, a local restaurant with stiff margaritas and a menu that changes nightly. I found a nice campground across the highway and rented a little cabin for the night, splurged on dinner and watched the super moon rise.
I awoke the next morning and planned to get myself to Bryce Canyon, not without a few roadblocks along the way.
The colors in southern Utah are what strike me the most. Often times I felt like I was driving through a distant planet, and the sight of water was incredible in such a stark, dry landscape. I threw on my suit and hiked up to this small waterfall for a dip. I watched an afternoon thunderstorm roll in and as the time between the flash of light and sound of thunder diminished, I decided I should make my way down the trail and back to the safety of the car.
I reached Bryce Canyon National Park and found a tipi to rent for the night. The town of Bryce Canyon is interesting. I learned that one family owns all of the lodging and most of the restaurants at the entrance to the park. It felt more like the wild west theme of an amusement park than being in a national park. All the hotels had been fabricated to look like an old saloon or a barn; however, none of it could have been more than 20 years old. I decided to leave my stuff and drive down all the roads that looked like they led to nowhere. I came out here to escape, not be hocked geodes from a man dressed like a gold miner.
The next morning I had about a 6-hour drive back to Salt Lake. I wandered through the outskirts of Bryce Canyon, through all the farming communities and finally back on to I-15 – set towards civilization. With the dust of red rock covering both me and the car, I knew that the next two days of work would be just fine.