If you are as impatient as me, this phrase never quite made sense. It was always all about the destination, or why would you be headed there? Well, I finally changed my tune. A 6 hour drive sounded like torture – a 6 hour drive in 1 car with 4 people sounded even worse… squeezed in behind my 6’5″ brother in the backseat and listenting to the fates of the Donner party; surprisingly bearable. The drive from Denver, CO to Moab, UT is one of the craziest landscapes shuffle I have ever seen. It was like a bizarre game of musical chairs, when you opened your eyes and the music had stopped you were looking at something completely different. We ventured through the front range of the Rockies’ passing famed ski resorts like Vail and Beaver Creek. Lush, beautiful foliage creeping over every inch of the mountain. Slowly the trees started to dwindle and large boulders overtook the greenery. This was followed by the boulders crumbling and giving more shape and less of a ‘mountain’ look to the hills. As we continued South, the weather turned from hot to hot and arid, the hills had turned into mesas and with the lack of anything even resembling nature, all the green was gone. We were in a very desolate, dry and bare place – we had arrived in the desert. After a quick stop in Grand Junction we were almost there!