Almost made the drive from Bishop in a day. Pulled over at a viewpoint two hours outside of Moab so I could savor the desert views in the morning. They didn’t disappoint — a pink and orange sunrise and piles of sandstone.
Indian Creek was different than I imagined it would be.
More vast, maybe.
I imagined more color, I think, more striking reds and oranges, contrasting blue sky like a painting of primary colors, with silhouettes of hawks like black cut-out pieces.
But it’s kind of like Joshua Tree in that way — everything seems vast and slightly hard to grasp from far away but as soon as you get close, shapes appear in a fascinating display of geometry and spatial relationships — oblong rocks resting on big blocks of granite, or sharp corners with jagged white cracks like lightning bolts in a red sky.