After a year off the road – following a nasty hiking accident last summer – I’m finally headed out again, at least for a few days. I’m Jackson Hole bound, heading to that magnificently beautiful area that continues to draw me in like a magnet.
I left Los Angeles around 8AM, heading across Pearblossom Highway to avoid city traffic. From Victorville, I took Interstate 15 northbound, passing through Barstow and Baker, across the Mojave Desert and finally into Nevada. A quick step out of the car in Las Vegas landed me in 111 degree heat. I lost no time getting back on the road, grateful for a full blast of A/C.
The stretch of landscape north of Las Vegas is scenic, the highway winding uphill, surrounded by rock formations that tower high above the comparably minute vehicles below. St. George, Utah is a feasible stop along Interstate 15, but I was in a driving mood and continued on.
Pulling into Cedar City, UT, I stumbled upon a Bed and Breakfast just a block away from the city’s well-known Shakespeare festival and here I sit this evening, wrapped in luxury and a guest of wonderful hosts. More on this in the next post…
