EASTBOUND

We left Yosemite, crawling up and over Tioga pass, with snow falling on our rear bumper. Down, into, and across Nevada, we drove into the night heading East. A titanic full moon illuminated our passage through the high desert on Route 6. This infrequently travelled two-lane road cuts through the heart of the Basin and Range Province of south-central Nevada . Route 6 has a 150-mile section of nothing. No houses, no people, few trees, and no gas. It’s also has spectacular roadside geology. The drive goes like this: up a high pass, down the other side, and across a flat basin. Repeat ten times, add a stretch break/ photo shoot, and we were in Utah. 

Into the Nevada by moonlight

150 miles of nothing

Yoga by a salt flat

Desert flora

What a good looking van.

And so far Utah has proven to be wonderfully scenic. Winter is sprinting after fall, leaving the deciduous in full bloom and snow flurries on our tent fly.

 

At Maple Canyon, a big, chossy overhung and uninhabited climbing destination that’s surrounded by dozens of large and disgusting turkey farms, we met some other climbers and made a big breakfast. Then we went climbing for a few days. And then we drove to Provo where we type from the comfort and warmth of our dear friend Jeshua’s house. Tomorrow we will clean out our home (read: van) and reorganize our lives. We’ve found that this takes less than three hours. Can you clean and reorganize your home in three hours?

Maple Canyon

Breakfast

Overhung cobble jugs. The opposite of Yosemite granite.