After watching the sun rise over Bryce Canyon, we set off for Moab. We'd gone back and forth about taking the scenic route vs. the interstate, but the presence of a small museum in Boulder, Utah tipped the balance. We quickly found out how it earned the tag 'scenic'.
The road crosses parts of the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, through some of the wildest and most desolate terrain to be found in the southwest. Informative placques (have I mentioned lately how much we adore informative placques?) told us that this was the last part of the continental US to be completely surveyed and mapped.
The town of Boulder was the last place in the US to get mail by mule train, and it wasn't until 1947 when the CCC finished their road that they got electricity. We stopped there to see the Anasazi State Park Museum. The museum was interesting, but the real attraction is the ruins of an Anasazi village, that was occupied by about 250 people between 1160 to 1235 AD. The rooms with firepits in the center were living spaces, and the ones without were used for storage.
From the museum, the road continues up over the shoulder of Boulder Mountain, into aspen and pine forest with amazing views out over the Escalante river valley.
And all this was just the morning- we arrived in Moab in time for lunch. But that's another post.