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After riding the White Rim Trail in Canyonlands National Park, Sergio and I drove west to photograph the fall colors in Zion National Park in southwestern Utah. I’d never been to Zion before and I must say it reminded me of Yosemite National Park. This was mostly a photographic adventure which meant getting up before sunrise and staying out past sunset everyday.
Another thing I didn’t know about Zion was that everything had a religious name, The Virgin River, Court of the Patriarchs etc. According to the recorded tour guide on the bus in Zion Canyon, it was a Methodist minister and not a Mormon who came up with most of the names.
On Halloween, I had a religious experience of my own, riding a bus though the canyon with Jesus!
Driving from Zion to Arches National Park we had more of an adventure than we planned when we ran out of gas on the stretch of I-70 between Salina and Green River, Utah where there are no services such as gas for more than 100 miles. Sergio started out trying to hitch a ride and after 20 minutes I volunteered. It took me 5 minutes to get two offers. It seems that a Latino guy couldn’t get a ride while a middle aged white guy could get a ride easily. It took me less than an hour to hitch 21 miles each direction, buy a 5 gallon gas can, pump gas and hitch back! The ride back was in a Peterbuilt semi truck hauling hogs from Colorado to California.
We made it to Arches in time for a beautiful sunset at Turret Arch and set up camp well after dark in the park campground where we celebrated our last night in the desert before beating a path home.
The drive home on election day was punctuated by a picture I made of an older woman driving her Lincoln Continental in Grand Junction with pictures of President Obama next to a monkey on three of her car windows. On her back window it said that, “This is my car and my opinions, if you don’t like it don’t look.” It was a not so welcome back to a not so civil world.