Our biggest day's drive began a little after 7am in Avon, Colorado and took us as far as Flagstaff, Arizona. The first part of the drive, through the Rocky Mountains, was again scenic and on a well-constructed road.
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| Letting off steam in Colorado. |
So well constructed that we got the first speeding ticket of the trip. The patrolman who pulled us over said that the plane overhead had clocked our car at 94mph in a 65 zone. It's possible that by the time we passed him, we were traveling faster than that.
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| The sign gives you all the information you need. |
We came out of the mountains and into Utah, described poetically by the Talk as "an enema. A big buttload of nothing." This wasn't totally fair to Utah, which did have a lot of rocks.
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| There's a lot of this in Utah |
And some canyons. And some different kinds of rocks.
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| A lot of these too. |
The surprise of the drive came in Arizona, which I had pictured to be a desolate, flat wasteland. In fact the area was quite mountainous (which makes sense; it's where the Grand Canyon is) and it rained a lot.
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| Turns out Arizona is not that flat. |
We stopped in Flagstaff, where we would spend the next couple of nights, and went out to
Beaver Street Brewery for dinner. Their Red ale, which had won some awards, was very tasty. I quite enjoyed the Oatmeal stout as well.
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