One of my favorite things to do is take long car rides.
This works out fairly well, since it takes about 45 minutes to get to Moab for gas or groceries (or any other errand). Sometimes, though, I like to double the drive-time and head to Grand Junction, CO. It’s 90 minutes each way, but half of the drive is up the Colorado River canyon, and it looks like this:
The other half of the drive is down no-man’s-land I70, which is pretty empty. This stretch of highway runs between Grand Junction, CO and Green River, UT, with nothing in between.
Summer can be a bit unpleasant, as the tourists jam up the road a bit, but most of the year there are only a handful of other cars on the road until I get to the city.
Three hours to listen to audio books, catch up on podcasts, and sing until I lose my voice? It’s one of my favorite things.
Last night I was coming home and a super-bright meteorite lit up the sky briefly. I was listening to “When All We Have is Taken” by Edison Glass, and not another car on the road the whole drive home. I almost hit a lazy hawk, and an even lazier skunk, but it was otherwise uneventful.