My family came from Utah. We spent most of your summers traveling through the various national parks and camping grounds around the state and in states nearby. Among the ones we vested most frequently were Calf Creek, Devil’s Garden, and Goblin Valley. We’d also been through Coyote Gulch, Bryce Canyon, Zion Narrows, Arches, Dinosaur National Monument, a petrified forest, Yellowstone, Carlsbad Caverns, and others. Oddly enough, we’ve never actually been to the Grand Canyon, although we were not far from it. There was this scary road that we’d often cross during these trips. I don’t remember the name of the road, but my dad would often refer to it as a ridgeback. It was this very narrow road that dropped off like a steep cliff on both sides. I remember thinking that we’d drive off of it, if not careful. However, we’d make it across and move on toward our next destination.
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