... a matter of seconds (and my craving for fridge magnets!).
We left Bryce Canyon at sunset (had I told you yet we were the only visitors there?) and decided to go back to the main road and move into a motel at the nearest city, a 2 hrs drive away.
But then I started whining about the lost chance of buying a plastic hoodoo Bryce Canyon Fridge Magnet now that we were leaving the place - right when we drove past a large hotel (Ruby's Inn) where Pieter spotted a convenience-plus-souvenir store near the entrance and I a laundromat sign.
He made a u-turn, we entered the store via a magnificent lounge, we decided to ask for the price of a room and ended up sleeping in a lovely motel room.
Not only could we do our laundry,
not only could I shop till I dropped (well, not I but my bank account),
but because of these few seconds in which we made our decision to stay in the Park, we drove, next day, one of the most beautiful roads EVER.
Phiew.
Imagine I wouldn't have been nagging. We would have MISSED this route. The Hwy 12.
OMG!
Cross my heart, these pictures are taken on one stretch, ie. the scenic route between Bryce Canyon NP and Moab. The Americans, Masters of Overstatement, they call this 'scenic'.
This was an understatement if there ever was one.
In six hours (including all the stops) we've seen so many totally different landscapes.
At least two of them were completely other worldly - see the whitish-grey pics.
I felt like a Google street view car, clicking away at an interval of 5 seconds. So again this is the tiniest of selections!
We left Bryce Canyon at sunset (had I told you yet we were the only visitors there?) and decided to go back to the main road and move into a motel at the nearest city, a 2 hrs drive away.
But then I started whining about the lost chance of buying a plastic hoodoo Bryce Canyon Fridge Magnet now that we were leaving the place - right when we drove past a large hotel (Ruby's Inn) where Pieter spotted a convenience-plus-souvenir store near the entrance and I a laundromat sign.
He made a u-turn, we entered the store via a magnificent lounge, we decided to ask for the price of a room and ended up sleeping in a lovely motel room.
Not only could we do our laundry,
not only could I shop till I dropped (well, not I but my bank account),
but because of these few seconds in which we made our decision to stay in the Park, we drove, next day, one of the most beautiful roads EVER.
Phiew.
Imagine I wouldn't have been nagging. We would have MISSED this route. The Hwy 12.
OMG!
Cross my heart, these pictures are taken on one stretch, ie. the scenic route between Bryce Canyon NP and Moab. The Americans, Masters of Overstatement, they call this 'scenic'.
This was an understatement if there ever was one.
In six hours (including all the stops) we've seen so many totally different landscapes.
At least two of them were completely other worldly - see the whitish-grey pics.
I felt like a Google street view car, clicking away at an interval of 5 seconds. So again this is the tiniest of selections!
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