Almost as soon as you escape Vegas, the landscape starts to pink up. Suddenly, just before St. George, the road gushes between tremendous towering rosy cliffs. This marvel was created, apparently, by the Virgin River. After hours of desert and Joshua trees, it’s invigorating. Utah always has a bit of green in the picture and Cedar City is downright lush. The Russian sage and the Rose of Sharon – WOW! I hear the culvert flowing right outside my window and saw some stellar vegetable gardens on my walk.
I have a great AirBNB tonight, a separate little apartment above a garage on a quiet street, walking distance from the Shakespeare Festival. I have tickets to a matinee performance of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” tomorrow at the SUU campus. This is my third visit to Cedar City and the second time I’ve been able to attend a play. I like the town, despite a Stepford-wives quality — the Mormon influence.There was such a Sunday stillness today — many restaurants closed. Kids in their church clothes playing on lawns. (I finally just bought a salad from the grocery store, which was thankfully really fresh.) I stay here through tomorrow night. (Monday) I’ve decided to get a hotel in Vernal, UT for Tuesday and go see Dinosaur National Monument before going down to Vail.