Entering California.  The welcome sign's sorry state notwithstanding.

An alkali flat between Las Vegas and Yosemite.

 On the morning of Wednesday May 30, we left Zion NP for Vegas, passing through 30 miles of Arizona, then into Nevada.

 Above and below, Bryce Canyon NP.

 Above, a cross-shpaed area in a hoo-doo at Bryce Canyon.
Below, Don, golfing at Cedar Ridge, Cedar City, Utah.

 Cedar Ridge had over 500 holes.  482 were by prarie dogs, 18 by man.  A good course, nonetheless.

Above, and the two below, entering Utah and Zion National Park.

After 2 more days of HORRIBLE wifi, at Lake Powell, we can now (Monday 5/28) post the following:

Thank goodness Don was driving as we left Farmington on 5/25, it was blowing 40 out of the South as we drove West, gusts to 60 and DUSTY!  We had to stop at one point and use our rope to tie one of the awnings down, all the way across the top of the motor home to keep it from flapping against  the side.

But we perservered and arrived at Lake Powell where it was nicer, but still windy.  Sunday morning we toured the dam.

Below, Jerry teeing off on number 15 at Lake Powell National.  The hole was 140 yards, 120 foot drop, wind blowing hard up the hill, he hit driver and came up short.

Here we are able to stand on 4 states all at once in the middle of Navajo territory. No trees for seemed like hundreds of miles. Very desolate area.