A Few Pictures from our Road Trip

A few of these pictures were taken outside the car, but most of them were "on the fly" pictures, through the car window, at 70 m.p.h.

Here are a couple of rural scenes from east of Missoula, in Montana:

There were so many wonderful mountain vistas as we made our way south through Montana:

The following two photos were taken from a rest stop in Utah, north of Moab. We climbed up a steep road, to the top of a mesa, to get to it:

As we neared Moab, Utah, we saw these blue/green colors on the mountains. We wondered if it was copper:

But, once we were in Moab, RED was the predominant color. This first picture was taken looking straight up from the base of a rock canyon wall along the Colorado River:

And this was taken standing back from the wall, looking at it from across the river:

We spent the night, both ways, in Provo, Utah. This is a shot of the road leading out of Provo, going south:

There is a well-advertised place called The Hole in the Wall. We stopped, thinking I could take some photos of some wonderful rock formation. But it turned out to be a tourist trap, with shops built into the rock wall, and this huge lizard attached to the rocks. 

This, on the other hand, was a beautiful natural rock formation, called Wilson's Arch. I had Dan pull over so I could get a number of pictures of it, from different perspectives:

Still in Utah - this rock formation reminded me of a beehive, and since Utah's nickname is "The Beehive State" I thought it was appropriate:

In the corner of Colorado we passed through, we saw a couple more interesting rock formations. I don't know what the first one is called, but the second one was Chimney Rock.

And this is New Mexico's most famous rock formation, Shiprock. Sadly, the sun was in a bad position for me to get a good picture. At least you can see the silhouette, although the details are not clear.

Outside of Cuba, New Mexico, we saw this formation, but I haven't been able to find out what it is called. It looked a little like a sombrero to me:

The following three pictures were taken during the "golden hour," when the sun was low on the horizon and we were nearing Albuquerque: 

And, finally, we saw Sandia Crest on the horizon, and knew we were almost home. At LAST!