Back in February I spent a long weekend in Utah. What’s in Utah you may ask? That would be our very good friends, L & K, the ones who got married then moved to the States about six months before we did. After a stint in Indiana they now live in Salt Lake City, Utah, and the plan was to visit them before they welcomed a third family member to the mix.
Unfortunately the day before we were due to fly, Mr Ship-Shape had a rather gnarly bike accident requiring a trip to A&E and the decision not to fly. As L & K’s baby was due just a month later, I decided to go on my own, leaving him behind with nothing but kittens and a six pack for company.*
Not to talk smack about California, but Utah has some of the best National Parks in the country, and SLC is the gateway to some of those, so after exploring nearby Park City and stocking up on Banbury Cross doughnuts, the three of us headed a few hours south east to Canyonlands and Arches National Parks.
We based ourselves in Moab, the closest city to the parks, and woke up at around 5.30am to make it to Canyonlands in time for sunrise. This trip was during my blogging break and as a result I almost left my camera at home. When I think about that now, I almost can’t believe it – the parks were some of the most beautiful natural spaces I’ve ever explored, and I’m so grateful I was able to capture some of that beauty on film.