NOTHING beats an American. Bambie, maybe your mom was from Canada.

Out of Arches was more wonderful desert.

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

The red soil was striking. Cooper green hills were amongst all the red.

Then a bend in the road it got kind of boring with rolling beige hills.

Sandstone hills came out of the blue sky.

Not long after Arches and a few other towns there was a sign that pretty much read: There isn't a damn thing up ahead for over one hundred miles.

There were nothing but ranches after this stop.

There was a truck that inspired today's title. A mattress company called "American". It had its nothing beats an american slogan and a picture of a fawn completely separate from the logos.

The up heaved land and weathered looked like something from space.

The END of interstate 70.

The entry to Beaver had the most wonderful billboard for entry.

The mist was coming over the mountains.

Billboards. There were none up to this point, and none afterward.

Peaks that looked like volcanoes caught my eye.

As far as they can see were the prettiest mountains surrounded in mist.

Mist.

The rain was coming. When I never knew. It was still desert.

A flat valley with farms, cattle, and towns.

This mountain was alone in the snow. Surrounded by the mist that was coming.


The rain finally caught up to me. When it rains in the desert, man does it rain. Most of the drivers were from Nevada and Utah, and they were freaking out. It was sleeting at some points and my wipers were on full blast. Everyone got into the slow lane, some with flashers, and I just zoomed by rubbing my Indiana license plate in there faces.

The sun came out and the light was beautiful.

Clouds were pushed up by the peaks and looked ominous.

Zion National Park's edge followed the highway and the sunlight after the rain over the peaks looked amazing.

The sunlit brush reminded me of Jurassic Park.

The way up to Zion had a few small towns, and a town with desert suburbs. Suburbs of nothing. GREEN grass surrounded by desert and other homes. I don't know where they even got groceries. But there they were.

Of course it had gotten dark before I entered the park so I headed back to sleep somewhere. I've had a bad day so I apologize for the lackluster post. I hope visiting the park brightens my spirits.