Day Eleven

Day Eleven was a big driving day. Very big. So we pottered around, had a Starbucks and hit the road at a casual midday. We then drove and drove and DROVE. Through beautiful Utah, with it's stunning mountains, so massive and green and craggy. Utah really is amazing.

And then we hit Idaho, which was also pretty awesome, and then Wyoming. We left the highway and drove single lane roads through fields and hills, massive open expanses of land. It became very wild west, men wearing Wranglers and driving trucks. We passed rodeos and horses and ranches. We passed crazy houses just built out in fields. It all felt very remote. It was quite incredible. Again, beautiful.

We drove for 325 miles, and then realised that our lodge was another 18 miles. We finally arrived, at our magnificent lodge, got into our pretty little wooden room, and looked out the window at the mountains beyond. So idyllic. And then, after a wholesome meal in the Grizzly Steakhouse, we slept. 350 miles is a long old way.




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