This is west of the town Boulder, Utah. It is all rock. In places it reminds me of the Grand Canyon--it goes so deep. At one point the road (a little skinny 2-lane road) had dropoffs on both sides. Any of you that know me knows I was gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white. But it was so pretty.
At the bottom of the gorge it was so green.
Again, green trees in the bottom.
This was an old Anasazi Indian ruin. You can see what they had built here with a hole in the top.
This is a granary they had built to store their corn and other food.
Now we are at Bryce Canyon. Curt took the pictures but somehow the iris was open too far so some of these pictures are too light. They are better at the end. This is a Natural Bridge (it actually is a natural arch, but they call it Natural Bridge).
Curt had to get a picture of my on my crutches. I didn't get any pictures of him, though.
Now, these are better. I love the red color in the rocks.
A picture of the famous Ruby's Inn sign. After we left Bryce Canyon, we headed straight north to Antimony. The road started out good but then ended up like the road from Nephi to the Sand Dunes. Me, the worrier, was afraid we may be on the wrong road, but we finally ended up at Antimony, drove around Otter Creek, and headed home. It was a pretty fun road trip.