Day three, we woke up early, grabbed a free breakfast, skipped their coffee and sought out an espresso shop. A cute little house turned book store, espresso shop, and wine bar in Cortez, CO. My Americano no room was delicious and a perfect pick-me-up for hitting the road. By this point in the day, we were considering making the rest of the drive straight into Seattle.
So, we jetted on. Straight on to Utah!
I liked this picture. On a quiet Sunday morning, it felt like we had the road to ourselves.
We even passed some incredible monuments. Of which, I don’t remember their names. This is just before you approach Canyonlands National Park.
Even some natural amphitheaters. Sigh. Reminds me of Lake Powell. Too bad we couldn’t take an extra week and go hang out on Lake Powell for a few days.
Going into Moab we crossed the Colorado River.
The red rocks of Moab were stunning. The pictures really can’t capture how deep the red is.
We headed on into Salt Lake City and got into the bigger, lusher mountains.
Once we turned the corner, we came across these windmills. They are HUGE! I wish we could figure out how to show you the scale, but they are way bigger than any I’ve ever seen. Can you compare to the normal electric pole below? They were massive.
And…well…Salt Lake was not very interesting from the big ole highway. So we made our way straight on into Idaho. Where it got even less interesting.
Until we came upon all of the thunderstorms. We never drove through any of them, but we were surrounded by thunder and lightning. It was a blast to watch. Scott loves the waves and zig-zag motion of the clouds.
And that was about all the excitement in Idaho. On to Oregon. Of course. Oregon’s welcome sign was impossible to catch since it was behind a tree. Silly Oregonians. Didn’t want to cut down a tree so people know they are in their state. Surely the fact that you can’t pump your own gas is a good indicator.
So, we snapped the cute Oregon Trail Inspired overpass as our welcome into Oregon.
We started getting into the rolling straw colored hills of Oregon pretty quickly. I think this is the Snake River, but can’t remember. This is very similar to eastern/central Washington. But I think Washington is greener. Palouse county is amazing.
I do like the brown hills. Soon after these pictures, those thunderstorms from Idaho caught up with us. When we got deep into the Blue Mountains of Oregon (post sunset) the storms really picked up and the driving became treacherous. We decided going on to Seattle might not be the best idea, so we ended up crashing in Pendleton, Oregon. A precious little town close to the Washington border.
Next up: HOME!