We are amazed at the amount of desert land in Utah. I find at least four named deserts on our map. We get off of the interstate at Sego because there is a state road that parallels I-70 for about 15 miles. A sign tells us to turn around. All we see are a few trailers and deserted buildings. We try again at the next exit and ride for miles and miles on a barely maintained road. The scrub grass is easily gaining a foot hole on the road surface. We wonder how people survive here.
Back on the interstate we cruise into Colorado and almost immediately things begin to turn green. We see the Colorado River running alongside the road. When we pass high rocks I imagine that we are in a raft drifting through the Grand Canyon and that folks are looking down on us.
We finally find a Starbucks in Grand Junction and a really neat sandwich shop, Authentic Eats. I get an amazing sauteed hot veggie sandwich that has a goat cheese spread onto the homemade buttered and toasted bread. We buy two petite jelly jars filled with homemade cheesecake. There is an intriguing selection to choose from. I get us a Peach Mimosa and Southwestern Catcus. They turn out to be barely sweet and very good.
We pass Vail and Breckenridge. Snow is on the slopes and shady sides of the mountain. We cross the continental divide but see no marker this time.
We stop for the night at a Hoiiday Inn in West Denver. It has an interior courtyard with plants and winding walkways. Everything looks like outdoors but all is under a huge skylight type roof.
Back on the interstate we cruise into Colorado and almost immediately things begin to turn green. We see the Colorado River running alongside the road. When we pass high rocks I imagine that we are in a raft drifting through the Grand Canyon and that folks are looking down on us.
We finally find a Starbucks in Grand Junction and a really neat sandwich shop, Authentic Eats. I get an amazing sauteed hot veggie sandwich that has a goat cheese spread onto the homemade buttered and toasted bread. We buy two petite jelly jars filled with homemade cheesecake. There is an intriguing selection to choose from. I get us a Peach Mimosa and Southwestern Catcus. They turn out to be barely sweet and very good.
We pass Vail and Breckenridge. Snow is on the slopes and shady sides of the mountain. We cross the continental divide but see no marker this time.
We stop for the night at a Hoiiday Inn in West Denver. It has an interior courtyard with plants and winding walkways. Everything looks like outdoors but all is under a huge skylight type roof.
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