Before visiting Cedar Breaks National Monument, we stopped in Cedar City, Utah. This small city is famous for the annual Utah Shakespeare Festival.
We used the tiny town of Tropic as our base for visiting Bryce Canyon National Park. It was a good decision although there’s absolutely nothing to see or do in the town itself.
While the striking natural scenery at Capitol Reef National Park is the main draw, the Fruita Historic District adds an intriguing human element.
There’s not much I can say about Torrey. We used this tiny Utah town as a base for visiting Capitol Reef National Park, which is just a few miles to the east. There’s nothing to see in the town itself.
Moab is a small town in eastern Utah that makes a great base for visiting nearby Arches National Park and Canyonlands National Park. There are other natural destinations in the area as well as a good scenic drive.
We made a quick lunch stop in the ski town of Park City, Utah, on our way from Evanston, Wyoming to Salt Lake City.
The old railroad town of Evanston, Wyoming, was supposed to be a quick stopover and our first night in a real bed after a week of camping at Yellowstone and Grand Teton. We ended up sticking around the next morning a bit longer than we had anticipated, enjoying how the town preserves its heritage.
Jackson is a special place. With its proximity to Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks, skiing, and wildlife, it gets a lot of visitors. When I stopped by, I was expecting a small town full of lodging and tourist traps, but there was much more to it. My three hours in the town only gave me a small taste of what it has to offer.
Named after one of its founders, the legendary Buffalo Bill Cody, the city of Cody is a gateway to Yellowstone National Park and the self-proclaimed Rodeo Capital of the World. It makes a great stop before or after exploring Yellowstone and has plenty of interesting activities and museums to keep visitors busy.
The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word “Casper” is “Casper the Friendly Ghost”. The first thing that came to mind when I drove into the city of Casper on a Friday afternoon is “ghost town”.