Moab, Utah to Cedar City, Utah
Leaving Moab, it was time to head toward Zion and Bryce
Canyon, a distance of 289 miles.
According to Google Maps, the drive would take about 4hrs – here’s the
route we took below:
Canyon, a distance of 289 miles.
According to Google Maps, the drive would take about 4hrs – here’s the
route we took below:
It took us a bit longer than that – leaving Moab just before
2pm or so, we finally arrived in Cedar City just after 7pm. The drive was verrrrry long and
munchie-inducingly dull, especially the first bit where the landscape was very monotonous. We got so
bored, we eventually resorted to the time-old time-waster of “I Spy” – perhaps
not the best choice of game when driving through hundreds of miles of barren
desert (“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with “S”….).
2pm or so, we finally arrived in Cedar City just after 7pm. The drive was verrrrry long and
munchie-inducingly dull, especially the first bit where the landscape was very monotonous. We got so
bored, we eventually resorted to the time-old time-waster of “I Spy” – perhaps
not the best choice of game when driving through hundreds of miles of barren
desert (“I spy with my little eye, something beginning with “S”….).
Tonight’s accommodation was the palatial Super 8 (still free
on points, though, so no complaints) and the guy at the check-in desk, though
I’m sure a lovely husband and father to his children, was completely useless
when asked such complex questions as “where would you recommend to go and eat
around here?” and “where’s a good place to watch sunrise from in Zion?”. Totally useless but in a way that made you
think he was going to be useful so that you continued to stand and listen to
him politely, while your inner voice started to tap its foot impatiently. Stealth uselessness. The deadliest kind. After about 15 minutes, he was still talking
and saying nothing of value, so I eventually had to cut him off as Lori was
waiting in the car with the bags as I was “just checking us in”. It felt good.
I’m not even sure he noticed.
on points, though, so no complaints) and the guy at the check-in desk, though
I’m sure a lovely husband and father to his children, was completely useless
when asked such complex questions as “where would you recommend to go and eat
around here?” and “where’s a good place to watch sunrise from in Zion?”. Totally useless but in a way that made you
think he was going to be useful so that you continued to stand and listen to
him politely, while your inner voice started to tap its foot impatiently. Stealth uselessness. The deadliest kind. After about 15 minutes, he was still talking
and saying nothing of value, so I eventually had to cut him off as Lori was
waiting in the car with the bags as I was “just checking us in”. It felt good.
I’m not even sure he noticed.
After dumping our bags upstairs, we headed out for a quick
bite to eat at the restaurant attached to the motel next door, a fine Olde
Establishment called Bards (guess the theme to this one). Inside, it was all fake wood and medieval
draping and a post-Black Death-esque number of punters. So, we didn’t hold out great hope for a good
meal – our goal was to achieve the maximum amount of nutritional input with the
minimum acquisition of food borne diseases.
As such, despite the misspelt menu and predominance of fish items on
offer (why do landlocked places in the middle of nowhere do that? Are we supposed to believe its fresh out of
the sea? Do they have secret fish lakes
stashed down in their cellars?), the food was not too dreadful – sticking to my
meal plan, I had a steak salad and Lori had a bowl of beef and barley
soup. Neither of us died or seemed to
instantly contract Hepatitis A, so it was a win-win all-round. And with that, we figured we’d quit whilst
we were ahead and get an early night in, ready to be up at 4am to go watch the
sunrise.
bite to eat at the restaurant attached to the motel next door, a fine Olde
Establishment called Bards (guess the theme to this one). Inside, it was all fake wood and medieval
draping and a post-Black Death-esque number of punters. So, we didn’t hold out great hope for a good
meal – our goal was to achieve the maximum amount of nutritional input with the
minimum acquisition of food borne diseases.
As such, despite the misspelt menu and predominance of fish items on
offer (why do landlocked places in the middle of nowhere do that? Are we supposed to believe its fresh out of
the sea? Do they have secret fish lakes
stashed down in their cellars?), the food was not too dreadful – sticking to my
meal plan, I had a steak salad and Lori had a bowl of beef and barley
soup. Neither of us died or seemed to
instantly contract Hepatitis A, so it was a win-win all-round. And with that, we figured we’d quit whilst
we were ahead and get an early night in, ready to be up at 4am to go watch the
sunrise.
Tomorrow is going to be a busy and exciting day….
2 Comments
Sleep well my darlings,gotta be well rested after that long drive, your readers await with anticipation tomorrows activities ! The I-spy game, would I have been right with shadows,sun,seat, sunhat,sunscreen,sunglasses,sandels,or, just thought of this one ,sand ?xxxxxxxxxxxx
you are sooooo lucky to be able to just drive to national parks and meet such interesting, and boring people too! Stealth uselessness, I love it!!! and I spy… don't you have an emergency ipod connector with you for the car to at lest sing bo rap?!!!!
Snake, sweat, skin, to add a few more to mumsies list!!! lots love and hugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xxxxxxxx