Nissan Sentra doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as Ford
Thunderbird, but my trusty dark grey model proved to be just the ticket for
driving thousands of miles across the United States. With Bluetooth enabled,
water bottles filled and packets of my new guilty pleasure, bacon jerky,
installed on the passenger seat, the world, or at least America, was my oyster.
Understated elegance: my Nissan Sentra
Unfortunately not sold in the UK!
I had considered flying between my various destinations and hiring new cars each time, but it would have been just as expensive and infinitely less convenient. Not to mention far less fun. A couple of things to check before you hire a car for this kind of trip: that it comes with unlimited mileage and that you’re allowed to cross state lines. I nearly booked one before noticing that it wouldn’t let me go beyond Nevada, which would have been a slight problem. And be aware that however much insurance you think you’ve got before you get to the desk, there will always be more to weigh down your credit card.
California poppies. Because I don't have a picture of the rental-car center
An early start is always preferable and, indeed, intended when one’s destination is 1,051 miles away. But that doesn’t account for the temptation of spending a morning running greyhounds with Tejon huntsman Tyce and assorted aficionados. We rose well before dawn to reach the flat wastes of ancient heathland, salty from their time under the sea and therefore unencumbered with crops. In the drought, the sandy earth was soft and crumbly, but capable of supporting a truck. After rain, it’s impassable. Jack rabbits are everywhere, and my goodness they’re fast! Much bigger and ganglier than English hares, they can outrun all but the fastest dogs. We ran two or three greyhounds or salukis at once, and watching them swooping and swerving into the distance left me in awe at the speed and power of both species.
Hidden in plain sight: the sight hounds prepare to run
First night on the road
Americans will no doubt sigh at this English girl’s romanticism, but it was rather fun to pull up at the door of my room at the Desert Palm motel in Mesquite. There seemed to be a layer of plastic under the sheet, and I wouldn’t have touched the bath, but the wifi worked and getting to within a few miles of the Arizona border meant that my morning began with a spectacular drive. Apparently leading straight into a wall of mountains, the I-15 nips across the corner of Arizona through the Virgin River gorge before sliding down into Utah. The cliff walls changed from grey to red as I crossed into the ‘Elevated State’ and snow began to appear on the mountains.
Crossing into Arizona from Nevada
Some states don't have welcome signs; Arizona has two.
This cheery affair commemorates 100 years of statehood, 1912-2012
Er, where does the road go?
Through the pass
Entering Utah after a mere 85 minutes in Arizona
The red earth of Utah, home of Zion, Bryce, Arches, Canyonlands
and Capitol Reef national parks
First dusting of snow
The interstate here is a dual carriageway split by a shallow
grassy depression, which makes for extremely relaxing driving.
Brakes are generally only needed when turning off
and you never need to wait to overtake
Millennia revealed
Utah is geology writ large. The effects of millions of years
of erosion and tectonic movements and flash floods and glacial flows are
exposed as if a colour plate from a textbook has become three-dimensional. There
are five national parks in the state – Zion, Bryce, Arches, Capital Reef and
Canyonlands – all of which are worth visiting, but if you don’t have time to
deviate off the interstate, as I didn’t, it almost doesn’t matter. It’s a good
thing the roads are wide and empty, as every bend revealed a view worth
snapping through the windscreen.
It's hard to imagine what it must have been like for the first
people to cross this landscape, without knowing where
they might find the next source of water
Pleasingly, America realises how beautiful it is and thoughtfully provides vista points where you can pull off and take a photograph without the risk of plunging the car further into the landscape than is congenial. The San Rafael Swell has several such pull offs, and even the dullness of the sky couldn’t detract from the sheer vastness of the landscape. Within the Swell, millions of years of the Earth’s history are revealed where layers of rock have been pushed up to the surface, exposing eras from Cretaceous to Permian. As one of the well-written information boards says, ‘imagine a rainbow with a rough and ragged flat top where every ribbon of colour is revealed’.
Looking across the San Rafael Swell
Rather pleased at how my Carhartt vest ($5 from a Californian
thrift store) blended with the landscape
Defining 'panorama'
The first parking lot opened onto a plateau of smooth flat Jurassic
rock that dropped away to a desert of ochres and reds and creams, the Triassic horizon
broken by chimneys and jutting peaks. Half an hour later, I was looking into
the Devil’s Canyon, layers of sandstone and limestone laid down under a sea
that vanished 180 million years ago, towards the San Rafael Knob, 7,921ft high.
The Colorado Plateau across which I was driving stretches south over 150,580
square miles to include Arizona and New Mexico as well as Utah and Colorado,
and encompasses vast mesas and plateaus split by valleys, the Grand Canyon
being the most spectacular. Up here, it may not quite compare to the Big Ditch
that I saw first with the Grand Canyon Hounds three years ago, but it is still
pretty breathtaking.
A geology textbook brought to life: layers of rock in the Devil's Canyon
Even the trees seem to have been petrified
One human intervention was just as impressive: the road that
winds down through Spotted Wolf Canyon. At this point, the San Rafael Reef
forms a 30-mile barrier above the Green River crossing, through which only tiny slot canyons allowed passage until 1967. Explorers and railway engineers alike
would detour north towards Salt Lake City to avoid the wall, many miles out of their way. So as the interstate system grew, Spotted Wolf Canyon
was chosen for the passage of the new I-70, a tiny fissure in the rock where
workers could touch both walls at once. Engineers sat in harnesses 400ft in the
air and 3.5 million cubic yards were excavated to create the eight miles of
road. Now, a heart-stopping swoop leads down to Green River through towering
walls of rock in a testament to Nature’s majesty and Man’s determination.
The spectacular Spotted Wolf Canyon, loops of road swooping
down to the Green River plain beyond
As I approached the turn to Arches National Park, the snow
blanketing the bluffs to my left grew deeper and only glimpses of further
mountains were afforded through the lowering clouds. As one of the most
spectacular of America’s 50 national parks, Arches had been on my wish list,
but as it was an hour or more out of my way and it seemed likely that the only
indication that I was looking at the Delicate Arch or Courthouse Towers would be a signboard, I decided
to press on to Grand Junction, Colorado. If there was a welcome sign to the new
state, I missed it in the gloom, and as I arrived at my Quality Inn, heavy
sleet began to fall, so I had no regrets.
Snowy bluffs with invisible mountains
Welcome to Colorado!
Weather guaranteed to make a motel room cosy
Over the Rocky Mountains
A comfortable bed and charming staff, especially Shane, who
sent my sunglasses after me when I left them in my room, made for an excellent
stop, and the sun began to emerge as I began to ascend the Rockies. The heat of
California felt an awfully long way away as snow edged onto the freeway and the
temperature gauge on the car dropped below freezing, but as the I-70 whizzes
past swish ski resorts Aspen and Vail, it is kept clear, and even at the
highest point, the Eisenhower Tunnel at 11,158ft, my trusty Nissan had no
trouble.
Into the mountains
Literally into the mountain
Pretty snow!
Views of Vail
Descending towards the Colorado plain, I pulled off to
explore Georgetown, which, with Silver Plume a little further uphill, was known
as the Silver Queen due to the white metal that financed its elegant hotels,
well-appointed homes and busy streets. Despite Leadville to the south-west
taking its crown as the silver capital a year after the railroad reached
Georgetown in 1877, it stayed prosperous for nearly 30 years. The silver crash of
1893 spelled the beginning of the end for Silver Plume and Georgetown, but in the mid 20th century, their historical value was recognised and preserved as an Historic District.
Now, bustling Georgetown with its 200 historic buildings retains a frontier
feel, yet is clearly thriving, with visitors coming to ride the Georgetown Loop of the Colorado Central Railroad to Silver Plume. A hair-raising four-mile
stretch of narrow-gauge railway, it drew 19th-century tourists from around the world to see
an engineering marvel that rose through three hairpin turns, four bridges and a
30 horseshoe curve. Dismantled in 1939, it was re-opened in 1984, and now runs
throughout the summer. This being winter, everything was closed, but for the railway ride alone, it would be worth returning in warmer months.
Georgetown: Silver Queen
From Georgetown, the journey became smoother and warmer
until I arrived at the home of Mary Ewing MFH of the Arapahoe hunt. First leg
complete!
Travelling by car may have been the best option for
this trip, but if it's all about the journey, nothing beats the train. Classic
locomotives with such evocative names as the Hibernian Express or Northern
Belle still ply the railways of England, Scotland and Ireland under
the prestigious aegis of Belmond.
White-jacketed staff will bring you a glass of Champagne and serve three-course
dinners in the dining car, and the train will stop at beguiling places such the
House of Waterford Crystal or Lough Leane. If you would like to tuck into
afternoon tea as picturesque countryside rolls past your window, email
info@gatewaytoengland.com for more information.
Next time: following the legendary Arapahoe Hounds
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