I decided to set my next book partially in my home state, Utah. Two days ago, I went on a fact-checking mission. The following pictures are all places I stopped, though they’re not necessarily integral to the story. (I don’t want to spoil anything.)
Much of Southern Utah looks like this. (And I love it.)
Goblin Valley. One of the few national parks where you're welcome to climb on—and erode—the scenery. (Also: the world's best place for a scout troop to play Capture The Flag.)
Me, looking like a hobo. Time for a shave. Also, note I'm wearing a sweater. It may be desert, but it's COLD.
Wild Horse Butte, just outside Goblin Valley. (It may actually be called Wild Horse Mesa. I can't remember exactly.)
Stupid cows standing in the middle of the road. Note that this is a 55mph road. I'm glad I was able to stop in time. Stupid cows.
Capitol Reef National Park. My favorite of all the national parks.
More Capitol Reef. I wanted to stay here longer, but I was late to interview someone.
Mom's Cafe in Salina. Any time I'm within 75 miles of Salina, I make a side trip to stop here. I had the chicken fried steak and a scone as big as my head. (In Utah, "scones" are essentially fry bread, eaten with butter and honey.)