The Ultimate Destination: Saving the Best for Last

I was more than 2,500 miles into my three-week circle tour of the southwest when I finally climbed the steep switchbacks that earn you access to Arches National Park.  I  wasn’t jaded or desensitized by the natural marvels that had struck me speechless and left me gaping in awe all across the region, but I was no longer easy to impress, and I was pretty sure no scene or setting could capture a superlative status from among the memories I had accumulated.
I was wrong.

It was no simple writing task to concede the title that marks this current page.  I spent my professional life striving to be a fair and impartial witness, honing and crafting words to convey fairness and accuracy.  And in my humble but thoroughly considered opinion that is what I’ve done here.  This unimaginably boundless, savage, serene, and timeless landscape was the ultimate, crowning geological experience of my trip.

I am taking road trips faster than I can write about them on these pages.  But I am recording some images and impressions from those rides on Facebook, and they feature a new dimension as I’ve taken on a canine traveling companion.
As with all “timeline” chronicles, you might find it easier to follow if you scroll all the way down and read it from the bottom up.
You can check them out at  https://www.facebook.com/TheBikerDog

 

Also, I’m balancing the past due efforts to finish this narrative against the requirements of a long “Honey Do” list of DIY renovations to the Fannie Mae foreclosure disaster we now call home.   Please bear with me; I ‘ll get back to the story as quickly as I can.