We pass a ranch with bison, llamas, bulls and cows. It is called The Silverado Boys' Ranch. We wonder if it is a Correctional Facility.
The sky is so big, you can see around you for 360 degrees. Storms look so dramatic. There is a cloud close to the top of one of the mountains. We joke that if it drops down, the mountain peak would look like it had snow on top.
Rarely do we see a commercial fence. Mostly they are hand-made from tree branches or small trees wired together.
There is PVC pipe surrounding a ranch field near the Sevier River. It is pumping water from the river to irrigate grazing land for cattle.
More grandeur. We are certainly not jaded yet.
Bob says: "I want to ride a horse. I want to become one with the horse". I say: "Nope, that doesn't sound right".
What looks like snow on the mountain peaks in the Paiute Reservoir must really be white rock. The water is so turquoise.
Now I know two things: what a hairpin turn really is, and what those vistas I admired from an airplane so many times look like up close. Some of the rocks are so yellow and so craggy.
There is no name for these peaks that we can find in our Atlas. Were they so insignificant to cartographers, yet they are so magnificant to us?
There is a goat farm at the intersection of Rt. 89 and I-70 E. They are selling alfalfa. What a funny word: alfalfa. Say that 5 times really really fast.
We see a sign warning us of dust storms in Moab along I-70. The town of Moab reminds me of small rugged towns I have been to in Australia. There is a little of everything, but most businesses cater to tourists.
One can rent ATV's or Jeeps, hire horseback rides, helicopter rides or rafting trips, and take airplane rides.
There are several upscale adobe houses (or fake adobe out of cement).
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