Tootling down the Oregon Coast...

I'm way late in posting this, but we had such a delightful and unusual trip down the coast, I just had to share it!  Last year, traveling south to California, as we always do at this time of year, we visited the eastern side of Oregon, in hopes of finding a "dryer, warmer Oregon" to perhaps, consider moving there.  If you've followed me, you know that it wasn't what we thought it was going to be - quite the opposite, actually. 

This year, we threw away any idea of "searching for a new home site" and decided to just tootle down the coast, hugging Hwy 101, and enjoying the views.  We had, of course, been down this route before, but not in the RV and not for many years.

We also thought it would be warmer and less rainy, ha!  That was a fantasy!  Don't get me wrong, we had sunny days, and we didn't really get much rain (only at night, so that doesn't count, right?)  BUT, what we didn't count on was the SNOW & ICE!  I can truly confess, it never occurred to either one of us that we would face that kind of weather!  But I'm getting ahead of myself...

Just say cheese!  All the other trips through Tillamook, we never stopped, just sailed on through and said to ourselves "someday we will have to stop and check out the Tillamook Cheese Factory".   I was determined that this was "the someday"!  So, stop and enjoy, we did!  It's a "self-tour", really just windows that you can watch the workers, along with signs that tell their story and what you are seeing.  It was kind of interesting, but definitely fun!  Of course we couldn't pass up the opportunity to purchase plenty of goodies, both food & T shirt wise.

We learned that there was more to see in Tillamook than the cheese, so we decided to stay over for another day.  We weren't disappointed.  Because Jack loves anything to do with WWII history, it was a "no brainer" to make a trip to their Air Museum.  The first thing you notice is the building - it's a 1940's, wooden blimp hanger.  It's supposed to be the largest clear-span wooden structure in the world.  It is huge, 6 acres huge!  I've never seen anything so big before!  Inside and out, they had quite a collection of more than 30 aircraft from a mini-guppy to a P51 Mustang.  They also had a small museum area with memorabilia, pictures, stories and posters depicting men and women who flew during the war.  That's where I learned that WASPs were never inducted into the armed services and did not receive veterans benefits until more than 30 years after WWII!  So much for "equal rights"!

Another stop along our route was at the Cape Meares Lighthouse.  What a cute little thing!  A couple of quick pictures (it was closed for the season) then a walk over to see the Octopus Tree.  What a unique tree!  The Octopus Tree is a Sitka Spruce shaped like an upside down Octopus.  The tree measures more than 46 feed in circumference and has no central trunk. Instead, limbs extend horizontally from the base as much as 16 feet before turning upward. It is 105 feet tall and is estimated to be 250 to 300 years old.  Something worth stopping to see. 

One more stop at a coastal lighthouse, Yaquina Bay Lighthouse in Newport.  This one included a wonderful guided tour by a costumed docent who gave great insight on what it was like to operate that lighthouse back in the 1870's.  Not a life I would choose, that's for sure!  Beautiful lighthouse though. 

Snow decided to join us on our trip, as early as Tillamook.  Mostly it came at night, and melted during the day.  One early exception was the snow left on the Sand Dunes in Coos Bay!  Now that's an unusual sight...at least for us anyway!  It didn't spoil the continuous beauty of the coastline - blue oceans and blue skies, with various sized sea stacks to add to the pictures.  Always lovely.  

The cold weather continued to follow on down the coast, well into California. The last night, coming down the coast, we spent at the Golden Rule RV Park in Willits - it's where the horse Seabiscuit was born and died.   That morning we woke up to frozen ice and snow all around us!  Brrrr   Driving through Humboldt, both sides of the road was covered in snow...pretty, but it just made us want to move faster south - to safer driving and warmth!  

A fun trip, but another cold one through Oregon!  Even though everyone we talked with shared how this was "so unusual" for them...it just reaffirmed to us that as pretty as Oregon is, it's best left for "summer fun"! 

Marie in the Tillamook Baby Loaf truck!

The floor of the Tillamook Cheese Factory

Tillamook Air Museum

Jack in front of the TBM Catalina

Cape Meares Lighthouse

The Octopus Tree, Cape Meares OR

Yaquina Bay Lighthouse

"1870's Lighthouse Keeper's Wife, Yaquina Bay Lighthouse

That's SNOW on those sand dunes!

Sea stacks along the Oregon coastline

Snow filled trees along Hwy 101 through Humboldt CA

 ...kicking back in Northern California,  Marie

If you wish to view the rest of the photos from this trip, you can at my Flickr account at:http://www.flickr.com/photos/74905158@N04/   

...On the road again!

The countdown to leave began.  Thanksgiving was Thursday.  The very last of the doctor re-appointments was Friday morning and by Friday afternoon we had taken two loads of "stuff" back over to the rig for reloading and reorganizing.  Phew!  It's surprising how many things wandered over to my sister's in the 6 weeks we were over there!

Friday night was the "good-bye dinner", the last of the turkey, a few more hugs with admonishments of "no tears tho".  No need to wake up extra early Saturday, because we were only going to Vancouver Washington.  So a nice breakfast, lots of hugs and kisses, and back to the rig we went!

I couldn't believe how slow I was at "remembering" to pull in the slides, to pull up the levels, at each of the steps to hook up the truck!  Jeez, 6 weeks and the brain cells went on vacation!  What used to happen without even thinking, actually took some thinking!  Tisk, tisk.  It was more than time to be on our way!!

As I've shared before, there's nothing like the feeling of getting in the passenger seat, strapping myself in, getting comfy and seeing the road ahead and the world passing by along the side, I was smiling now!  We were on our way - somewhere, it didn't really matter where!  It didn't matter that it was raining and it doesn't matter that the campground is just a pretty parking lot with gravel sites, we're traveling again!

We're in Vancouver for a couple of reasons.  We have a couple of dear, long-time friends who moved here years ago from San Diego that we see every time we pass this way.  They are special people that we don't get to see often enough.  He just retired this last May, so hopefully now they will get to travel a bit more, so that will change (their not RV'ers tho, darn).  The other, is that we are big fan's of the Powell Books in Portland, and can't be near this area without a day visit there!  If you've never been, and you love to read, you need to add this place to your "must visit" list!  One (they have at least 3 stores) store is 4 stories high, a square block full of every kind of book ever written!  Their other stores are specialties - travel, technical, etc. Way cool.  They have new & used, so you don't have to spend major dollars either.  We only carried out 6 books this time and spent less than $50.  That's really good for us!  A really nice dinner capped the day off, then back to our wonderful, cozy home for the evening.

Sunday, we ventured over to Portland's (famous) Saturday Market (yes, I know it was Sunday, but, hey, it's Portland, they can have it on Sunday too!).  What great finds we found!  So much better than buying in stores!  Those that know me, know I really don't like to shop, especially in stores, but I do like markets, or bazaars, boutiques, anything locals hand make or put together themselves.  That, I will support.  Something really special for the new baby coming in June, a incredible vest for Jack, some very unusual earrings (always can use new earrings, right?) for me, along with another knitted ear warmer (my ears get cold and I don't like to wear hats so much) and a fire starter for his cousin that he should have gotten one for every guy "on our list"!  ;-) Very fun!  A stop for pizza that turned out to be one of the best we've had in the two years we've traveled - so, again, if you are ever in Portland, stop in at Old Town Pizza!

A search for dessert led us to Voodoo Doughnuts, of course!  Our first 'go-round' we passed it up as it had a line down the block!  So, we headed out to check out one of their local gardens, Lan Su Chinese Garden.  It was just about to close, so the nice docent let me in for free!  I quickly snapped a bunch of pictures and scooted out.  Then, we headed to the "World's Smallest Park" - Mill Ends Park.  It was created by a man who gazed down on the busy Front Avenue thoroughfare.  He turned a a utility pole hole in the median strip at Taylor Street into "Mill Ends Park"!  Later it was made official.  What a hoot!

After braving the rain and the traffic, we deserved the donuts, so off we went back to Voodoo Donuts, this time, no line!  Jack was a happy man.  A great way to end the night.

Can you tell it rained all night?  Nothing "fancy"here, but, it's camping!

Only place I've seen where someone handmade a chain-mail "tie dye" shirt!

This is the elevator shaft where "Nina" went down and still "haunts" at Old Town Pizza!

Yummy Voodoo Doughnuts on the "doughnuts go-round"!

Lan Su Chinese Garden

 Mill Ends Park, Vancouver WA

...on the road in Washington & Oregon,  Marie

A rose by any other name...

Do you ever think of your name?  Probably not.  Living in a "stationary place", you are probably used to hearing your name a lot.  Neighbors, friends, coworkers, family, all sorts of folks calling you by your first name, Mom, Aunt, Grandma, etc. all of the time.  You don't think anything about it, it's just part of life.

Well, when you live the nomad life like we do, that's not the case.  Other than Jack calling for me, I really don't hear my name!  Even when we check into a campground, the hosts
don't really say "welcome Marie, or Mrs Beschen".   I didn't really give it much thought until this long visit with family.

Suddenly, I'm hearing my name all over the place!  Being introduced to friends, then seeing the same ones again and having them remember me, using my name again saying "hello Marie, nice to see you again!"  Lots of Aunt Marie, and "Sister" this and "Sissy" that.  One evening while we were leaving a restaurant, and I was carrying a take-out box, I heard someone say "watch out Auntie, it's leaking!"  I had to look around to see who they were talking to!  It was me!  I had to chuckle to myself, I wasn't used to this.  It still takes me a second to respond when one of my sister's says "sister, would you....?" because I always think she's talking to the other one!

One of my sister's friend's name is also Marie and when we first met we commented on the rarity of meeting someone with our name.  When we were at another function together, every time she passed me, she would say "hello Marie".  It got to be kind of funny, and it never stopped sounding strange to hear my name.

Funny how when you are in a "normal" lifestyle most your life, then when you change it (so drastically) you don't notice the little things that made up that lifestyle until you walk back into them for awhile.

I like all of my names, I have to admit.  I do miss some of them more than others tho...mostly "Mom" and Grammy/Grandma.  Those I have to get by phone more than I'd like, but at least I do!  I've saved some phone messages that they've left me in the past, so when I need a "fix", I play them back and just smile.

I think all our various names are just another word for love...

...kicking back in Tacoma WA,  Marie

Has the meaning of friendship changed?

I've been thinking a lot about friendship lately, how it's changed, and wondering if it's just different, better, worse, or if just depends on who/what/when & why?

I, being of the era of "Webster", checked there first, ugh, has THAT changed too!  IT used to be SO much more definitive and useful and, well, helpful! "Friendship" was pathetic, so I went for "friend", and I didn't think it was much better but... after several gleanings, this is what I was able to come away with:

- one attached to another by affection or esteem- to have a friendship or friendly relationship with
- a person who you like and enjoy being with

What I was hoping for was something that indicated more personal communication.  Actual face-to-face or phone-to-phone talking.  You know, the kind you actually hear and or see the person?  Remember that kind of communication?  Are those days really gone (forever)?  Dear God I hope not.  I have a Facebook love/hate relationship.  I love it because it connects me with people I've lost contact with over the years.  It lets me hear from and about people I know and care about on what's going on in their day-to-day life.  It let's me know about (some) world events and happenings I enjoy seeing and learning about.  I hate it because people have let it (me included, to often) be their voice, instead of picking up the phone, or taking the time to see, or even, oh my gosh, (hand) writing a letter or card!  Our personal contact is being lost, and being replaced by communal blurbs to a myriad of our "friends" on a "posting" - many times just by a public poster quote that we didn't even write!  We've separated ourselves so far from each other that we are going through a public quote, through a computer that's sent out through the "waves" to people that we can't see or hear, in hopes that they may see and may "post" or "like" or  type a response!  Wow!  Is that what we call friendship now?

This really hit me when we found out about a dear friend's death the night before his funeral.  Had we been called when he passed, Jack would have flown in to San Diego for the funeral.  Jack was very close to this lovely man and it hurt him deeply that he couldn't be there, and that he only found out about it through e mail hours before.  No call.  I was stunned.  I still am.  This is MY generation.  WE didn't used to be like this.  WE used to pick up the phone and call each other.  Now it's E mails.

I was sharing with a fellow traveler and blogger that many of my friends don't call or contact me like they used to and when I tease them about it, they say that they "mean to, but don't have anything new going on!"  They always comment (when I call) that they love hearing all about my travels and reading my blogs, etc...  My friend agreed and said she found the same thing happened to her.  It seems that they get all our news by reading our blogs, so don't have the "need" to call and see what we are up to, etc. so  don't call!  They don't think about our need to hear from them...

I love our travels and I love talking with all the various people around the US, but they are not my friends.  My friends are the people who have shared my life with me.  Who have been there with me, creating my stories with me, sharing my life with me, knowing me.

I want to hear your voice, your laughter.  I want to see your face when I can.  I want to feel your hugs and hold your hands and share your tears if you need.  Life, my friends is way, way to short not to, once more, without regrets.  Otherwise, you'll never know how much I truly love you...

So many fun times then, so many more to come!

Only a friend would help you go get the "new baby" and make sure you didn't kill yourself doing it!

What began with a small music gig, turned into a lifetime friendship

Some friends are worth hunting for and not giving up until you find them again!

 

Only your best friends would share a mud bath with you, and not kill you for showing this picture!

The cycle of life...

Do you remember the movie "Four Weddings and a Funeral"?  I feel like my year has been "Two Funerals, Two Weddings and a Promise".

Spring began with the ending of my brother's life cycle.  Many tears were shed because he had brought so much joy to so many lives for so many years, and isn't that what life should be about?

Summer brought the joy-filled wedding of my son, bringing into our family a lovely new daughter-in-law and great happiness to us all.

Fall began with another wedding of a dear friend's son whom we've had the joy of watching grow up over the years.  As that wedding drew to an end, we received notice that my brother-in-law's life had ended.  This too was a blessing, as he had lived a long life, once filled with joy and love but ending with years of great pain.  He was now at peace.

As winter begins, so does new life.  We end the year with news that our new daughter-in-law is expecting their first child next year.  So life goes on, as the seasons turn, one onto the  other.

As I write this, I am in Washington,  looking out at all the beautiful trees.  Some still green, some yellow, orange, red and some already have dropped all their leaves.  When we lived in San Diego, the changing of the seasons was so mild you hardly felt it.  Traveling around the country, it's so much more noticeable, and I love it.  I especially love watching the trees because they don't "die", they just "change" as the year passes by.  The tree itself is alive and hardy with the trunk standing tall and the branches reaching out towards the sun.  As the seasons change, the leaves develop, sometimes flowers come, then as time goes on, colors change, then they drop, and later it all starts over again...but that same tree stays tall and hardy.  Beautiful.  Life is like that, I feel.  Birth, aging, death, they are just "changes", our soul is our tree, it goes on, tall and hardy.

My brother John

Jessica & son Aaron

Melinda & Ian

 

My brother-in-law Bob

...kicking back in Tacoma Washington,  Marie

Looking out our window...

When we first got our motorhome, one of our dear friends exclaimed "what a view you have out your front window!"  She said how wonderful it was going to be to just look out it as we drove and to be able to see so much, so far & wide...and she was right!  Sitting up high and with a large wide window it gives us a wonderful full view of this beautiful country of ours.  I share a lot about the places we stop and visit, but there is also so much we see just driving along!  I have a laptop pull-out table at my seat, that I tried once, but I found it to distracting, there was just to much to see out the window and I didn't want to miss one minute of it!

It seems that the scenery changes from minute to minute too.  There are times, of course that it doesn't, like the vast plains in West Texas or South Dakota, but so many more times when one minute it's full of trees, then the next it's a deep canyon with jutting rocks of multiple colors, or a river twisting and turning or perhaps a farm filled with wheat.  Fields filled with cattle, horses or sheep.  Deer sneaking their dinner off of the farmer.  Big, beautiful ranches and small simple farms.  Ranchers herding their cattle in by horse or by ATV.  Farmers plowing their fields or picking their crops.  People fishing by boat or along side the creek or river.  Children jumping off the sides of the banks & bridges into the river for a cool dip on a hot day.

We usually take the back roads, the" scenic byways".  Less traffic and less commercial business to deal with, more "historical points" to pull over to, more beauty to see and enjoy.  We like that.  More small towns, that's always fun too.  Always makes us wonder what people do, living way out in the middle of "nowhere"?  Pondering...we have fun with that too.

Our latest drive was a fast two day trip from Utah through Idaho to Montana.  We don't usually breeze through states like that, but the weather is turning and we have a wedding to attend and we didn't want to get caught in a snow fall, and didn't really want to take the big freeway if we didn't have to...and it turned out we didn't have to and saw some of the most beautiful countryside yet!  So...enjoy!

Early morning frost along the farmlands as we left Utah

First signs of fall on the hills of Utah

Even beautiful red colors added to the Utah hillsides

A Utah farmhouse surrounded by golden hills

For miles, each side of the Hwy was lined with flowering Rabbit Bush!

Snake River Canyon Idaho

Along the beautiful Salmon River Scenic Byway, Hwy 93, Idaho

Herding cattle the "old fashion" way!

Craters of the Moon, Arco Idaho

...kicking back in Montana,  Marie

A Few Days With Friends...

 Well...looking over my posts, I discovered I never posted this one! Sheesh!  Don't know how that happened...now, here we are back in Missoula...so guess it's as good a time to post it as any!

Missoula is always a favorite stop for us because it means we get to spend time with dear friends.  As many times as we have made the stop we haven't really strayed much.  This time, being summer time, and a few more things going on, we did...

An afternoon trip took us to the Daly Mansion in the Bitterroot area.  Marcus Daly was the local copper magnate, who, as an Irish immigrant, started out as a silver miner.  Later, married one of the owner's daughters and worked his way into part ownership of a silver mine.  He sold that interest and bought another silver mine that later hit a vein of copper.  Copper was just coming into use for telegraph wire and electricity.  Daly was friends with Hearst, and more than once he had helped him with financial backing.  He did again with building a smelter.  By 1890, the copper mines of Butte were producing over seventeen million dollars worth of copper a year, and Marcus Daly, although a junior partner in the Anaconda venture, had become a very rich man.

The mansion, as you can imagine is beautiful.  They didn't allow any pictures, so I was only able to sneak a couple, but the tour was fun and a great treat with our friends!  Over the weekend the Celtic Festival was in town sharing their wonderful music, dance and food with the locals (and us tourists).  We were able to catch the Missoula Irish Dancers who did  a great job, especially those wee little ones!  We spent most that day tho enjoying the local Farmer's Market.  One of the real joys of traveling the way we do is to take advantage of local grown food.  That's the up side, the down side is that often times it's sold in such large quantities (for canning or big families & refrigerators) or at small roadside carts that don't have the space for rigs like ours to pull over.  Such was the case as we drove around Flathead Lake en route to Missoula (beautiful lake, by the way).  Their local cherries were being sold all along the road - but there was absolutely no place where we could pull over!  So, I was on the 'look out' for those cherries!  Well, wouldn't you just know it, they were all sold out by the time we got there!  As it turned out, not all was lost, I was still able to find some, near where we were camped and they were well worth the search, "local Flathead cherries" are sweet and delicious, like none I've tasted before, yum!

Our friends are nose-deep in wedding arrangements with their only child, so we had a couple of days on our own - but with plenty of suggestions to keep us busy while they tasted cakes & made plans!  One such place was the St Ignatius Mission.  From the outside, it looks like just another quaint brick Catholic Church, nothing to catch your eye and stop for.  Not so.  The church itself was built in the late 1800s, and built well with local hand made brick.  That's nice.  But it's what's inside that blows your mind.  Seems that among the Brother's that ran it, one was the cook, but in his "spare time", he liked to paint.  He never had any formal lessons, but, non the less, "with God's guidance", he did...and did he ever!  He filled that church with some of the most beautiful frescoes this side of Italy!  Brother Joseph Carignano painted 61 scenes on the church walls with religious similes: a pictorial study of scripture stories and symbols of the liturgy. His intent was to inspire people to imitate the lives of the saints and reflect on the teachings of Jesus.  Breathtakingly beautiful.

Always time for a stop at our favorite haunt, Rockin Rudy's and some new finds at a couple of great books stores that we lost many hours in and came away with an armload of more good reading material, and swoosh the weekend was gone! 

A nice dinner and a warm goodbye for now, as we will be back again for the big wedding in  October!

 The Daly Mansion

 One of 7 fireplaces at the Daly Mansion

 Marcus Daly's Office

 Missoula Irish Dancers

Missoula Celtic Festival

 Flathead Lake

 Flathead Lake Cherries

St Ignatius Mission

Frescoes in  St Ignatius Mission

 "Triptych, The Visions of St Ignatius"

...on the road in Montana,  Marie 

If you wish to view the rest of the photos from this trip, you can at my Flickr account at:http://www.flickr.com/photos/74905158@N04/ 

Utah Rocks!

We have visited Utah a number of times in our life together, but we never really got around to visiting any of the National Parks, and Utah has some really great ones!  So, true to my promise to myself to see as many National & State Parks as we can this year, we decided to see as many as we have time to, in Utah.

Coming down from Washington and Idaho, we started at the top of the state and (finely) visited the Great Salt Lake!  We'd been to Salt Lake City before and visited the area around it, but had never gone over to the Salt Lake.  We weren't sure what we would find, as all I had ever heard about it was that it "had a lot of salt".  Big deal.  I was a bit hesitant to actually see it, as many years ago, Jack and I took a drive out to see the Salton Sea in California...and it was awful.  The "lake" was barely one, low, smelly, very windy and all the signs of an idea to build, gone bad.  We could see why; not any place I would ever want to live, no matter how cheap!

So, with that experience in mind, we set out to Antelope Island State Park, where access to the Salt Lake is.  What a wonderful surprise!  The island and the lake were lovely, and big!  The whole island is pretty much the State Park and so, maintained well.  They have a herd of bison along with mule deer, big horn sheep and other various animals that go along with the environment.  All we saw was one bison and a few of the deer.  That was ok since we didn't come for the animals.  The lake was so big you couldn't see the other side, and a beautiful clear blue.  After visiting the Visitor Center and filled with maps and postcards we set out to drive around the lake and walk into the beaches where we could.  The day was lovely and not many visitors, so we had no problems parking.  The beach was made up of fine gravel rocks along with larger rock shards vs sand & shells.  I stuck my toes into the water, just to say that I had, and it was cold, clear and really no (salt) smell.  In the past, there have been efforts to have a fancy hotel along the shore, but repeatedly had problems with fire & flood, so the last attempted building is now only being used as a summer entertainment location.  Beautiful building tho.

Moving down the state, we ventured on to Zion.  We took two full days to see the Park.  They only allow their shuttle bus inside the scenic drive, but one comes about every 5-10 minutes, so it was fine.  The "spots" were great and allowed you to see the general cliffs and canyons, which were beautiful, of course.  But, the images that we've all seen, with the swirling rocks of the slot canyons, well, that you have to hike to.  Not just a little hike, no, hikes that were 10, 15, etc miles.  Sorry, to much for us, so no "cool slot pictures".  Darn, that was disappointing.  Weather was beautiful, clear and not to hot (as long as we brought plenty of water!).  We had been forewarned to bring our own water bottles, as they don't sell them in the park, but have "water stations" to refill yours at almost every stop.  Zion's Mount Carmel Highway route (on your own) was the best, we thought.  This area of the Park offered more water features, bridges, small hikes and even better scenery, we thought.  We took a full day to really enjoy this side of the Park, stopping and enjoying each of the pull-outs, hence my 125 pictures!

From Zion, it was on to Bryce.  We had viewed some of Bryce's Hoodoos from driving past it and doing a short stop at Cedar Breaks, but hadn't made it to the "inside" yet.  As all the pictures out there show, it's full of fun Hoodoos and sculpted cliffs and canyons.  As with Zion, the colors of reds, yellows, oranges never stop to awe you.  As with the others, we started at the Visitor Center and loaded up.  It's a self-driving option, which we chose, and a one way in/one way out 18 mile scenic drive.  The drive is along the edge of the Park, which is all along the east side, so you basically drive through without really stopping, then when you reach the end, you turn around and visit all the pull-outs along the way out!  Even though you don't do much walking through the Park, looking at or down on all the Hoodoos, canyons & cliffs, I think I liked it better than Zion.  It just boggles the mind & imagination how each one is different and fascinating!  Beautiful.

From Bryce we continued to travel south & east to Capitol Reef.  Capitol Reef is less known than the other two, but we found it was well worth the trip!  Like the other two, it has the same colored rocks, cliffs & canyons, but with the addition of purple, green & gray.  This Park is focused on a waterpocket fold, but it's so much more than that.  We saw some of the most unusual shapes & color combinations that we've ever seen.  There is a small scenic drive area that's part of the Park, but we continued on "out the other end" before turning around and coming back, affording us some additional sights.  Additionally, they have some historic houses and barns from the early Mormons, including one that they have added a bakery to that made a great afternoon snack-stop for a small pie or ice cream, yum!  

I had hoped to finish off the NP "tour" with Arches, but it's not going to work out on this trip, which is ok, because that gives us a reason to come back!  Utah has been a wonderful state to explore with lots of great sights that are so very different than any other state's.  We came into the state after Labor Day, so the crowds have been less and the weather has been pretty great over all (somewhat hot at the beginning and brrr cold at the end). 
We will be leaving the state with a short visit with some long-time friends that live in Parowan, which is the best way to end the journey!

Salt Lake, Antelope Island Utah

Marie at Salt Lake, Angelope Island Utah

Looking at Antelope Island, Salt Lake, Utah

Jack & Marie at Weeping Rock, Zion National Park, Utah

Court of the Patriarchs, Zion National Park, Utah

Mount Carmel Highway, Zion National Park, Utah

Bryce Point (Elev 8300), Bryce Canyon NP, Utah

Bryce Point (Elev 8300), Bryce Canyon NP, Utah

Natural Bridge (Elev 8627), Bryce Canyon NP, Utah

Petroglyphs Capitol Gorge, Capitol Reef NP, Utah

Chinle Formation (Monitor Butte, Petrified Forest, & Owl Rock top), Capitol Reef NP, Utah

Wingate Sandstone capping, Capitol Reef NP, Utah

...kicking back in Utah,  Marie