I was 20 years old, on a cross-country road trip, when I first witnessed Utah’s otherworldly landscape.
Growing up surrounded by the green forests and flat cornfields of the Midwest, my mind struggled to comprehend the terrain. I remember seeing towering red cliffs that reminded me of Mars and horizon lines defined by distant snowcapped peaks. On that trip, I explored the state’s five iconic national parks and countless monuments, falling in love with everything I saw.









