Day 3 of St. George trip
Once again, the alarm clock won. We found ourselves at Einstein Bagels
shortly after they unlocked the doors at 5:30 a.m., proving that the only
thing motivating us to be awake at that hour was a shared bagel breakfast
sandwich. Properly fueled, we hit the road and pointed the car toward
Flagstaff, Arizona, ready for whatever the day had in store.
Interstate 15 and a state route carried us through Hurricane, Utah, before
we headed onto unfamiliar territory. The next 141 miles were all new to
us, and they turned out to be some of the most enjoyable of the trip.
Highways 59 and 389 took us through Apple Valley, Colorado City, and
Fredonia. Once we picked up U.S. Highway 89A beyond Fredonia, the scenery
really shifted into high gear. As we climbed to nearly 8,000 feet, the
desert gradually gave way to forests of towering pine trees. For a moment,
it felt like we’d accidentally wandered back into Oregon. All that was
missing was a little drizzle and someone reminding us to recycle!
After descending nearly 4,200 feet, we were treated to some spectacular
rock formations near Cliff Dwellers Lodge before crossing the Colorado
River at Marble Canyon. By the time we reached U.S. Highway 89, we had
completed 141 miles of some of the most dramatic and unforgettable scenery
we’d ever driven.
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From red rock deserts to cool pine forests, steep mountain climbs to deep
canyon descents, this stretch of highway kept surprising us around every
bend. It was one of those drives where the journey was every bit as
memorable as the destination.
The astute reader may have noticed that one essential part of our travel
routine has been conspicuously absent by now: the Starbucks mocha
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a Starbucks anywhere along this wonderfully
scenic stretch of highway. As beautiful as the drive was, it turned out to
be something of a mocha desert. We survived the deprivation, but it wasn’t
easy.
Fortunately, we located a Starbucks in Page, Arizona, and decided it was
well worth the 26-mile detour. After all, when you’ve gone that long
without a mocha, what’s another 52 miles of driving?
Mocha in hand, we headed south on U.S. Highway 89 for an otherwise
uneventful drive to our overnight stop in Flagstaff, Arizona. Despite
obeying every speed limit and taking time for a walkabout in Cameron, we
still arrived more than two hours before hotel check-in.
With time to spare, we toured an independent living community that Barb
had discovered through some excellent reviews. It was a beautiful
facility—only four and a half years old and nestled in a peaceful forest
setting.
There was just one problem. At over 6,900 feet in elevation, it was a
little too close to the sky for us. We loved the place, but our lungs
voted “no.”
Later, after checking in, we each enjoyed a bowl of soup at Olive Garden
before returning to the hotel to settle in for the night. It was a quiet,
relaxing end to a day filled with spectacular scenery, mountain roads, and
one very important mocha stop.
Tomorrow we’d point the car toward home, but for now we were content to
call it a day and enjoy one last night on this trip.