I should have written the blog yesterday, but instead, I watched the debates. What an embarrassment. Thankfully, it was eclipsed by a wonderful last-minute meet-up outside Salt Lake CIty by daughter Brooke and her husband Gage, who drove from San Francisco until 1:00 in the morning to join us for the great park tour. I love spontaneity!

We followed each other past Provo, and Y Mountain through the hilly mounds of rocky ground dotted with sagebrush along SR 62, flanked by cedar-covered mountains. At one point, we stopped to stretch our legs among the yellow sagebrush, toasting each other with plastic cups of Pinot Grigio, masked and laughing.

I loved the open range, where cows grazed and sometimes blocked our travels, as they crossed to find where the grass might be greener on the other side:) Red earth was the indicator that we were entering our next destination, and what a mesmerizing day of beauty we experienced!

Bryce Canyon’s “hoodoos”, formed by years of rain and erosion, were communities of rock in irregular shapes. We stopped at every pull-out and laughed at one touristy couple. (Picture the kind seen in movies in Europe with cameras around their neck.) Video on their phone, talking loudly to a daughter while agreeing, “Kitty, once you seen one rock, you seen ’em all.” It was to become our byline for the rest of the views.

We left the national park with smiles on our faces, a lot of photos, and checked into our lodge, where we sat outside eating pizza, wondering why we were watching the debate:)