by cheri block
The lonely road isn’t so lonely, especially when The Judge decided that it would be fun to listen to all 27 disks of Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead and we are! In The Fountainhead, we meet Howard Roark, an architectural purist, who refuses to compromise his designs.
Were we purists, we would not have drifted off Lonely Highway 50 for 4 hours south, magnetized by the pull of red iron rocks and lured to the Colorado River’s canyon carvings. I will confess. It’s all my fault. I led the The Good Judge astray, off the appointed route, to a resplendent place where only pictures can convey its grandeur. That place is Arches National Park, three miles north of Moab, Utah.
Some of you may have traveled the winding road through this brick-red Godly quarry that reminded me, for some odd reason, of Ancient Rome.
Let us take a look at the Three Gossips from a closer vantage point.
Below is one of the 2000 arches that formed under a salt bed 300 million years ago.
At Eclecticafe in Moab, over the best lunch we have eaten since on the road–a killer tuna melt with grapes, celery, onions, and Swiss cheese toasted on swirled rye and sourdough bread for me and a smoked turkey wrap for Hizzoner–we charted our way back to Highway 50.
Should we take Route 128?
O.K., just for the heck of it, let’s drive a different road out of Arches.
Sometimes, the most extraordinary experiences are those we don’t plan, the ones that are as uncontrolled as the turn of a wild river or as spontaneous as the leap of a trout toward an unlucky fly, the ones that blindside and then thrill you, after you have caught your breath.
We had NO idea what we were about to see.
On our way out of this humbling assemblage of water and rock, of roan and swirl, in our red arena, we did feel like triumphant gladiators, leaving a Coliseum of ancient history and transcendence.