Flat can be Fabulous

As I left the environs of Salt Lake City, the landscape started to settle down into long open plains and scrub-strewn desert punctuated by fins and fingers of mountain ranges that funnel and squeeze any need for corners out of the roads. Crossing the ancient now (mostly) dried out Sevier Lake bed West of Delta was beautiful as the marshy waters lie still in the windless air, mirroring the skies above.

Zen and the art of Route Planning

Heading west from Moab towards the Pacific, the idea was to follow the "loneliest road in America", the US50, A.K.A. the backbone of America. It snakes its way across what would have been the orginal frontier of the Wild West through prospecting boom and bust towns, classic plains and mountain ranges emerging into suburban California.