There are two things I love about Utah– the dramatic landscapes and the names of the towns.
Wherever you are, in Utah, gives you dramatic landscapes. From the northern orchards to the southern red rock; along the Wasatch to the Bonneville Salt Flats. There is so much to see. If I were a true photographer, instead of a point and shoot girl, I could spend days roaming the landscapes. But, since I’m not, I didn’t add any photos, I couldn’t begin to do it justice.
When you enter Utah from the North on the I-15, the rolling hills look a lot like Idaho, but because you drop elevation in to the valley, there are orchards as far as the eye can see. I love stopping at the roadside vendors during the summer months to pick up fresh Utah peaches and cherries.
Breaking in to the Salt Lake valley, brings you along side the Wasatch mountains. The high peaks that all the mountain ski resorts are based in. You can go farther east to the Park City area to see the Wasatch from the other side, but I prefer the West side. When the sun rises it highlights the mountain first, before breaking over, since they run almost directly North/South..
The West side of Utah along I-80 is dramatic for its’ lack of scenery. You can see mountains in the distance, but the Bonneville Salt Flats offer a unique perspective of what the land under the Great Salt Lake probably looks like. There are salt deposits covering the ground and along the freeway you can see where people have stacked rocks to make their mark along the road. Someday, I’m going to do that.
Red rocks can be found all over the southern and south-eastern part of the state. St. George and Moab are two of the most famous areas for that, very dramatic under any light.
Some of my favorite area, though, is south of Provo to Hurricane. That’s where the sage brush and the rock are. Lots of canyons and rocks, places where the river washes and creek beds flow, even when the water doesn’t. Beautiful county, full of wildlife, but not many people.
The second thing I love about Utah are the names of the towns. Places like Parawan and Panguitch, Scipio and Moab, Escalante and Toquerville, all roll off the tongue with great finesse. It feels foreign, and yet domestic. Tooele is my favorite for trying to figure out how to pronounce it. If someone was sending you to Tooele, wouldn’t you want to spell it Tuwella?