Places sarahltait Wants to Go

The 7,000-year-old calcium carbonate formation creates a magnificent natural bridge.

This sculpture perfectly models the molecular structure of a drug that was never produced.

It’s hard to believe this hostile landscape was once a health resort.

A monument dedicated to a local softball team full of clowns.

These strange carved boulders in a forested canyon resemble tiny stone villages.

Seller of surplus nuclear research materials.

This old ruin once served as a post office, a train station, a restaurant, and a bridge to the Atomic Age.

Contains a wealth of information about the first exploration and later use of the Green and Colorado Rivers.

A cemetery full of touching tombstones from a community of railroad workers, uranium miners, and Cold War missile launchers.

The ruins of this abandoned fort now stand as a picturesque reminder of America's march West.

One of the world’s largest collections of petroglyphs records 2,000 years of human activity.

This marker identifies the location where three states converge.

This ranch on the banks of the Rio Grande is home to a little-known LGBTQ history of Mary Cabot Wheelwright, Marie Chabot, and two-spirit Navajo weaver Hastiin Klah.

Few things look more out of place than the electric blue ponds in the reddish-brown desert of Utah.

A crack flared at the base provides a pathway completely through a sandstone ridge near Moab.

This ghost town was once a cult-like religious utopian settlement.

The hallowed remains of a 900-year old Ancestral Pueblo great house.

This hiking trail is scattered with the remains of a failed attempt to provide water to farmers in Dry Fork Canyon.

This Moab institution functions as both a rock store and a small natural history museum.

Thousands of years ago, Indigenous people painted images onto these canyon walls that are still on display today, provocative, mysterious, and enduring reminders of the people who lived here long ago.

A small oasis not far from downtown Moab.

A whimsical roadside community of little metal people.

A local museum remembers one of the worst acts of anti-Chinese violence in American history.

These tall, red sandstone pinnacles outside Moab are often forgotten amid their more famous neighbors.