I write of these two days together, as they were not specifically hiking or touristy days, but were intended to get me to gatherings honouring Abdu’l-Baha, on the Centenary of His visit to North America. Specific to yesterday and this coming weekend, we commemorate His visits to Glenwood Springs, CO and to Salt Lake City. Logistical concerns led us to observe the visits in reverse chronological order, so Salt Lake City had its observance last night.
I set out from Elko in early afternoon, after taking an hour or so to visit the area’s signature Ruby Mountains. Enjoying a picnic lunch by a burbling creek or river is always one of my life’s pleasures.
The Ruby Mountains are the westernmost of three ranges that rise up from Nevada’s Great Basin. Heading east to Wells, one encounters the Humboldt Range and near Wendover are the Silver Island Mountains. From there, entering Utah, the mountains trail off to the north of I-80, and we are greeted by the Bonneville Salt Flats which, with the Great Salt Desert, make up the remains of ancient Lake Bonneville.
This area also fades, after about 50 miles, and scrub desert alternates with the foothills of the Wasatch, closer to Salt Lake City. I was pleased to reconnect with one of our old friends from the Reservation days- who was actually with Penny, the night she and I first met. About 120 people attended the commemoration event, held in a conference room on the fourth floor of Salt Lake City’s magnificent Central Library. I give you a file photo of that structure.
After a great night’s sleep and hearty breakfast, we headed out towards Glenwood Springs. I traveled alone, but no matter- we will all be together tomorrow and Sunday.
En route, I was amazed to see autumn foliage in Spanish Fork Canyon.
This sort of scene would repeat itself, along with stunning rock formations, in underrated, but fabulous Price Canyon, about sixty miles southeast of the Salt Lake Valley.
My lunch was at a rest stop in Horse Canyon, just north of Green River, UT and I-70.
My journey through the rest of the Great Basin, in Utah and Colorado, led past the turnoff to the Utah of legend: Arches, Canyonlands, Capitol Reef, etc. and thriving, lovely Fruita. Then came Grand Junction, Grand Mesa and the winding Colorado River. These will have their own share of my time, later on.
Glenwood Springs will be my home for the next two days.