We awoke on Friday morning, perched on a mountainside at roughly 9,000ft of altitude. For me and Jim Bob, it was technically the start of Day 3, but for most of the gang, the trip was just beginning. Rewinding a bit, Jim Bob and I had departed from Southern California on Wednesday morning, making it to Southern Utah through excruciating 113-degree heat before calling it a night and catching some sleep.
Having spent real time in California, the state has slowly proven its immense and vast natural beauty. The tropes of smoggy Los Angeles concrete jungle or the county that surrounds it is far from the best that the Golden State has to offer. It’s taken far too long for us to take time to ourselves to explore its parks and natural beauty; most of our trips north are for work over pleasure, despite how fun working trackside might be.