"Geologists have a saying - rocks remember "- Neil Armstrong

And rocks is what we got on this trip. In 1995 I travelled to the USA for the first time. Original idea: coast to coast. Checking the map and distances, and more important flight prices, we decide to go for a return ticket to Denver. Denver... sorry folks, but I will skip that city. We hired a car and off we go in the direction of Boulder.

We start in Colorado, drive through the Rocky Mountains and pass the town of 'Nederland'. It is end of September and the first snow just fell, the road in the National Park is blocked and of course we did not bring Winter clothes. It did not stop us from spotting Wapiti and blue (or gray) Jay and hike through the snow to some small waterfall. It is beautiful, but too cold and we move on to Utah.
Yep, warmer and dryer. One of the first stops is Salt Lake City. Huge, strange, but with a beautiful (though smelling) lake. The Salt lake. We drive for hours before we get to the Davis Country Causeway which brings us to Antelope Island. The lake is like a mirror. Amazing. We are roughly the only ones visiting, maybe because of the rotten smell and the many flies, but it is beautiful in a way. It gets unforgetable when we see the Space Shuttly fly over on top of a Boeing. Yep, it is that long ago.

Next stop Moab and Arches National Park. Our first rocks. We decide to hike to the famous Delicate Arch, see Turret Arch, Balanced Rock, the Spectacles and the North and South windows. All amazing, until a thunderstorm takes us by surprise when we are on top of the rocks. Nowhere to run or hide we decide to wait it out, just to find our path being transformed into a small river. 

The next day we drive past Capitol Reef to Bryce Canyon. One of my favourite parks. The rock formations are simply stunning, especially at sun set. The Hoodoo's are so nicely coloured and rocky. The views from Rainbow Point are like a dream. We decide to make a few short hikes to be 'in' the rocks and feel the park. So many different view points, so many different views, so many different shades of pink, red, orange. Lovely!

Next stop: Zion National Park. I am a rock climber in these years, so these huge rock faces I would love to climb. But I did not. We decide to hike into the Hidden Canyon and just enjoy the views and rock formations there. Somewhere in this canyon I boulder a bit... just to get the feeling. Amazing are the 'Beehives' and 'Twin Brothers', huge formations shaping the horizon. Did I say this trip was about rocks? At the Emerald pools we expecte a nice, spectacular waterfall... unfortunately the season is too dry.

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And then one from the bucket list (I don't think I already had one in those days): the Grand Canyon and the Painted Desert. First we visit the North rim to enjoy spectacular views and a sun set at Bright Angel Point. This is better than I expected. While waiting for the sun set we realise the time zone has changed somewhere along the road.

On our way to the South rim of the same Grand Canyon we drive through Arizona, pass Las Vegas (amazing, crazy, cheap, too much noise) and the Hoover Dam, to drive over part of the historic Route 66 and pass Bedrock City (you know, where Fred Flintstone is living).

The South rim is even more spectacular. We decide to hike down roughly 5km on the Bright Angel Trail to a plateau from which we can see the Colorado River and the Phantom Ranch at the bottom. Not realising that when going down some 1350m, we have to climb them up as well. The 2 liter of water we brought are just enough to bring us back to the car. Tired, but very satisfied we go back to the motel. What a nice experience. I need to get back here one day!

The trip proceeds through Monument Valley and the Navajo Tribal Reservation. Again the time zone changes, again we have no clue until we stand in front of a closed door. The villages are empty and sleepy, reason to pass relatively quickly. In the mean time Autumn has arrived and colours the leaves on the trees. A lovely palette reveals itself in many places. We take a trip with the Silverton steam train to Durango. Cold but impressive. And again many, many rocks. Cold and blackened by the smoke we arrive back in our motel for the last days of our trip.

The last spectacular stop is Mesa Verde National Park. A park with remains of an Anasazi Indian settlement, created over 2000 years ago. They build their settlement underneath a protecting cliff. After all those years the remains of their village is still clearly visible. A very impressive stop I must say. Yes, more rocks, but now with some deeper meaning and history.

Via the Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Monument we drive back to Denver. The trip was amazing, rocky, friendly and definitely worth to get back to one day...

"Life is a walking. It depends on you if you walk forwards or backwards" - Good Buffalo Eagle