Many months ago when I planned for a long weekend getaway to see the autumn color we miss where we live, I chose Park City, UT as our destination. I miscalculated their fall season by several weeks and forty degrees of temperature. The higher elevations of Utah had already welcomed their first snowfalls, and most leaves were long gone from the trees. We saw lots of color nonetheless, just not what I had imagined. If winter looked and felt like this more consistently, I would happily include much more of it in my life.
If the glory of the national parks isn’t satisfying enough, driving through Utah between them might add a few more ingredients to your recipe. These were shot meandering between Bryce Canyon National Park and Moab, at a leisurely, completely gratifying pace.
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