A road? More like some washed-out tracks in the Arizona-Utah scrubland.
This is where I was a week ago — and loving it. Even though my friend was threatening to walk back to the state highway. And even though my stomach was lurching and I was whispering under my breath “turn around.”
I’m thankful we didn’t.
They “road” turned and dropped off and then became a stream. But even there, far from suburbia, we happened across two young boys doing wheelies up and down the rocky moonscape. And as we pondered whether to cross the stream, they waved us on.
And we did.
And we found rocky outcroppings even more amazing.
The lesson? Listen to little boys if you really want to see some cool stuff.