“This is a beautiful road but I’m getting tired of driving on it,” I said to Magellan, who was the one at the wheel. It was the fourth time we’d driven it in 18 hours.
When we booked a B&B in Castle Valley, Utah, we weren’t concerned that it was 35 kilometres from Moab. Highway 128 looked like a good paved road. It follows the Colorado River almost all the way and therein lies the problem.
Utah is like a Michelin-starred restaurant with a wine list hundreds of entries long. Do you prefer red—the colour of its predominant terroir begging to be hiked, biked or climbed? Or perhaps a white—boating, kayaking or rafting through rivers and canyon streams? Or sparkling—catching a waterfall in perfect light? Even after planning for six months, we knew it was too complicated – we needed help.