Utah was and is amazing. Words cannot describe it's beauty. Whether riding on the road through the scenic canyons, or some single track on the rim of a canyon; an unforgettable experience awaits. Unfortunately, as in life and on this trip; all good things must come to an end. To find new rewarding experiences, we must vacate the old.
We have now traversed the Colorado/Utah border, exchanging radiant red sandstone cliffs and sage filled valley floors for dark brown "rocky" peaks and lush green hillsides. Traveling at the slow pace of a bicycle, most things tend to transition slowly; from suburban to rural, valley floor to mountain top, hot to cold. What hasn't ceased to amaze, in our cut east, is how defined the state lines are. Quite literally from Nevada to Utah we left the cold high desert and entered the shade of warm sandstone. The temperature change alone was so distinct; it felt as if spring turned to summer in the breadth of one corner. The same immediate transition struck again at the western edge of Colorado. We rode from the set of a dusty, hot western film with red mesas and wide valleys into the set from The Sound of Music--if remade in the USA.
The distinct geographical transitions separating these states provide rhyme and reason to otherwise rudimentary borders seen on a map. It's satisfying to observe first hand that our early congress had at least some systematic ways of making their decisions.
To commemorate our change in scenery, we strayed from the usual oatmeal and indulged in a breakfast of bacon, potatoes, and eggs.
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