Yesterday, we left via West Yellowstone, Montana, so we wouldn’t distract ourselves with one more visit to West Thumb or a stop to gaze upon the Teton mountain range either. From Idaho Falls, Idaho, we beat feet to Tremonton, Utah, before checking into our Super 8 motel in Ogden, Utah. With 660 miles to drive today before pulling into home tonight, we just drove and drove and drove until some particular sight demanded a stop.

Fortunately, it wasn’t all too often that stopped.

Ah, back in Arizona, coming out of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon area.

Kept the pedal to the floor as we flew over the landscape.

But how can I just pass all these beautiful sights of the Vermillion Cliffs? I can’t help myself; I must stop and have at least one photo.

Caroline and I were making a pit stop just as these rafters on the Colorado River were beginning their journey downstream.

We are standing on the Navajo Bridge near Marble Canyon, Arizona,  just downstream from Lee’s Ferry, where these intrepid adventurers would have just put in. This is an experience we are yet to make, and with a reservation required a year in advance for the $1700-a-person trip, it is yet to be known if we will ever take this exciting journey down the Colorado River through Grand Canyon National Park.