Exiting South Jordan Utah toward NW Colorado, the Wasatch Mountains were emerging from the morning shadow.

Wasatch Mountains, Utah to Larkspur Colorado
Just as Wayne was a great captain in picking cool and less-traveled places to go cruising, he’s every bit as talented when it comes to road trip planning.  Be forewarned — navigating some of these routes are not for the faint of heart.  Fortunately, Wayne is as a superb driver as he is a captain when it comes to tackling the tricky stuff.

Sadly, we allowed only 8 days between my last day of work in Oregon, and Wayne’s first day of work in Florida, and one of those 8 days was reserved for family time. 

Family as much or more than anything else is what drew us back to the USA after cruising.

A recent visit to Dad since our Florida move.  He’s cracking up over a loosely-played game of casino. Dad’s one of the few remaining WWII bombadeers.

Being closer to my now 94-year-old Dad in large part prompted our move from the Pacific Northwest to Florida.  Dad lives in Sarasota, Florida, about a 3 1/2 hour drive from where Wayne landed viable work.  We would’ve been closer to Mom, who lived in Delray Beach, but Mom surprised us all by checking out earlier this year at 87 years young.

Visiting Mom and her boyfriend Richard, in happier times. Wakodahatchee Wetlands 2017, Delray Beach Florida.

We were also looking forward to seeing my brother Mark and his wife, my favorite sister-in-law in the whole world, Patty, in Larkspur, Colorado.  We planned to arrive on the eve of our third day of travel.

That day was a series of a scenic routes, beginning by exiting a Salt Lake City burb then weaving into the Wasatch Mountains, past Heber City.  

Wasatch Mountains Bridal Veil Falls in morning shadow.

Our first stop of the day was Bridal Veil Falls — well worth a hike if we’d had the time for it.  We oohed and ahhed over the falls and the massive stone thrusts we wove our way through.

All too soon we zipped past some sizable reservoirs, and skirted the tourist town of Heber City.  Heber City boasts the closest airport to the internationally famed Sundance indie film festival and is a winter wonderland in its own right.  There was no hint of the area’s oft bitterly cold, snowy winters. on that Indian summer day at the tail end of a record-breaking hot season.

The Wasatch mountains gave way to arid Colorado country, with low buttes and dry, rolling hills.  We chuckled over the kitchy statues in Dinosaur, Colorado.

This fellow had some equally silly looking brethren scattered around the tiny tourist town of Dinosaur Colorado.

Unfortunately, we also didn’t allot any time to explore Dinosaur National Monument, a National Park.  Thousands of dinosaur fossils await exploration there.

We did stop briefly to admire the painted hills in the area, a notably rare worthwhile lookout point on that stretch of relatively desolate highway.

To get a better sense of the possibilities this area offers if you are able to take the time, check out Road Trip Explore’s coverage.  They do a great job capturing the general scenery, fossils, petroglyphs, flora and fauna.

Or for a more surreal perspective, William Horton’s photography conjures up gobsmackingly gorgeous photos of the Dinosaur area.  


I confess — other than the painted hills — we did not see much in the way of engaging scenery on our drive-by.  That would’ve likely added at least a day in detours to see.  And of course perfect timing of year and day to get the Horton’s magical light and color.

Hooray!  There was actually a highway pullout that gave us an opportunity to step out and take a picture of the stunning painted hills in the Dinosaur area.

Eventually we cruised into more verdant Colorado cattle country… green rolling hills, bright red barns, herds of cattle.  Before our planned high point of the day,  Berthoud Pass, we encountered a some roadwork delays.  On the whole, we were lucky; there were few roadwork delays our entire trip.

This stretch in Colorado was one of the few delays for construction in our entire cross country trip. This one was about 20 minutes.

Ironically, Berthoud Pass was named for a wagon-train era railroad engineer who decided the area was not good for a railroad.  Edward Berthoud discovered this steep, mountain pass shortcut with a colleague and observed while it wasn’t ok for railroads, it would work for wagon trains.  As a result today’s cars switchback their way through this scenic area as part of highway 40 that crosses the continental divide, peaking out at a lofty 11,300 ft. 

Berthoud Pass, aspen in the foreground a ribbon of golden aspen festoons the evergreens along the slope.

Beautiful as it is,  Berthoud Pass did not beat out my two other top favorite US alpine roads.  

Montana and Wyoming’s Beartooth Pass (US Route 212) reaches a slightly less lofty 10,947 ft. but offers more open views.  Or maybe it’s simply that we weren’t as rushed when we took it, and we traversed it earlier in the year, when wildflowers were in their full glory.

While a definite nail-biter, Glacier Park’s Logan Pass — aka the Going to the Sun Road, is a true stunner, and Glacier is my favorite US National Park. Built in 1933, “the Sun” is another continental divide crosser.  It offers incredible unobstructed views on the precipice of massive drop-offs with the added excitement of hairpin turns.  You’d never guess it’s “only” 6,646 feet high.   Next time I go to  Glacier, I’d rather plan it so everyone can sightsee without navigating, thanks to the park’s ample supply of antique red busses

Green and golden aspen leaves mixed, as we traveled Berthoud Pass on the cusp between summer and fall.  We passed that way September 11, 2018.

Comparisons aside. it’s easy to understand why Berthoud Pass is a summer recreation mecca for hiking, fishing, backpacking and camping, as well as the way to get to perfect powder skiing in the winter.

Colorado’s known for its glorious golden aspens in the fall. When Wayne didn’t want to stop in the Steens for me to take pictures of the aspen as the sun descended, he promised to make up for it in Colorado.  True to Wayne’s promise, the aspen of Berthoud pass delivered.

A dab of organe in these aspen were a hit of even greater fall glory yet to come.

Duly sated. from there it was off to Larkspur, arriving not long before sunset, to just “hang out,” rest our road-weary bodies, and  spend the night and next day with family.