We cruised up the road, using the new 303 highway all the way to the 17. That was really fast! We jumped on the 17 and luckily there wasn't much holiday traffic yet....just a big onion truck and a few other vehicles.
This sign always makes me wonder why the road is called Bloody Basin. It CAN'T be good....(LOVE the dirty window - NOT! - it really impedes the pictures!)
We motored on up to Flagstaff, having made good time. But, then we wanted to stop for a quick bite to eat. We missed the exit to the nearest Arby's so we ended up continuing on through town, which ended up adding an extra 30 minutes to our drive by the time we got our food at a Jack in the Box instead.
I took lots of pictures of the beautiful red rocks on our way north....the shapes and colors always fascinate me...
As we were driving along, I saw this jet con-trail. It was really strange that it suddenly turned like this. I wondered why...
There are tons of these little roadside stands along the way. The Navajos sell homemade jewelry and such from these.
At one point, we came to a stop for about 10 or 15 minutes while we waited for the pilot car to take us through this construction zone.
Soon we were on our way again and I looked up in the sky and saw this...two jets flying a little too close for my comfort. In reality, they were probably a couple of miles apart both horizontally and vertically, but from my perspective, they were super close to each other!
Another rock structure with a huge crevice...
While we were driving along, I looked up at this set of rocks and noticed something that looked like Dog's face, so I just had to take a picture! But, later when I looked at the picture again, I just couldn't see it...bummer!
It was pretty soon that we were headed up the side of the rocks toward the plateau that drops back down into Page and Lake Powell...it's a windy road on the side of the mountain...kinda scary...
It always amazes me that when this road was built, they cut huge portions out of the rock so people could drive through and get to the top of the mountain.
Before we knew it, we were in Page where we stopped to get gas. We weren't there very long and soon we were on our way again. We headed toward Lake Powell...
I grabbed this picture of the Utah state sign as we crossed from Arizona to Utah. I always like to take a picture of the state sign as we cross over into a new state. After I took this one, I realized that I could have taken one with my cell phone camera too and posted it real time to the blog. So, I told Melon Man to go back...
He said, "No way! I'm not turning around. That's two miles back!" So, he didn't. Oh well. I got this one instead and it was better anyway.
We continued on up the road and soon came to Orderville. EVERY TIME we go through Orderville, Melon Man points out to me that Orderville was the last place that the law of the United Order was practiced. He was going to actually make a sign to hold up stating such and stand next to the Orderville sign for a picture, but he never did, so a picture of the Orderville sign only will have to do for this trip.
As we continued north, it wasn't too long before we saw this mountain with snow on it. It's been a long winter in Utah this year. There's still snow on most of the mountains!
And, because of all the late snow, there is quite a bit of flooding going on right now. The Sevier River was hauling butt and had overflowed its banks in a lot of places.
I don't recall where it was that I caught this picture, but the blossoms were just incredible. So beautiful!
We had decided to go to Richfield on this trip to put flowers on Mom's grave for her birthday and Memorial Day. So, on our way, we passed through Junction. We saw the old Ipson homestead and had to stop to take pictures. It was kind of sad...the grasses and weeds were overgrown, the plastic sheeting on the doors and windows had gotten brittle and broken, the paint was peeling, and the chimney was breaking apart. It really made me think about 1) who would take care of this property now that Aunt Mary was gone and Aunt Viola just can't do it herself, and 2) will this house eventually deteriorate and look like the pioneer homes of 150 years ago?
I spent a good long time talking to my mom. I sobbed while I talked to her...a lot. I miss her so much. I wish she was still here with us. But, she's not...and that hurts.
We soon left and got underway again. As we got onto the freeway to head through Aurora and then on to Scipio, I could see Molly's Nipple off in the distance. I never knew it was called that until Mr. Spock's dad called it that. Ever since then, that's what I've called it. It's just a little plateau on the top of the mountain near "the property" but it's a landmark to us. It doesn't look like much from this far away, but when you get closer, it's more pronounced.
Soon it was nighty-night time! It had been a long day and tomorrow promised to be the same!