Wednesday, April 12th (really)...Somewhere in Utah

As we were driving from Flagstaff to Vegas we hit a kamikaze bug with our windshield. My husband and I were floored. It has been a long, long time since we hit bugs with our car. Las Vegas was stuffy and hot and lots of bugs ended up smushed on our windshield. So, this morning I had to drop off the rental car early and we finally pulled up anchor and left Sin City. We really didn't have any plan except to head in the general direction of Wisconsin. If you are looking at a map, that means traveling up and to the right. Anyway, we head north out of Vegas and decide about the time we hit St George, Utah that we needed to get off the interstate. It was too pretty to stay on a Federal Road. So we went in a bit and ended up (quite by accident) driving through Zion National Park. Evidently SR 89 goes right through it. So, the park ranger starts explaining to me how I have to pay a tunnel fee so the rangers can stop traffic in the mile long tiny little worm hole these people dug through the solid rock. We survived despite my bit of claustrophobia and I am pretty sure I didn't hit the roof (the air-conditioner is still on top of the RV anyway.) So we drove north on 89 through some of the most beautiful scenery you will ever see and ended up finding a KOA to bed down for the night. Compared to the stuffy, dusty RV park in Vegas, this place is paradise. Green, grassy yards separate the spots and the air is cool but not cold. This evening, I sat outside and watched the end of "Magic Hour". Since my description of the colors at Arches, I heard a film director describing the phenomenon of twilight as "magic hour." This is a perfect name for the ending of a day and the beginning of the night. As the sun sets, all the colors glow then blend slowly into darkness. So anyway, I'm watching this big fabulous moon rise above the snow-capped mountains through a light powder blue horizon into the inky black darkness directly above. It reminded me of the scene in Mamma Mia when Sophie is walking into a beautiful moonrise singing about dreams and angels.