Day One - St. George to Baker



We got off to an evening start, about 7:30 pm when Mindy finished her shift. Not much from SGU to Vegas except for the most expensive stretch of Interstate 15, which is the Virgin River Gorge.







From Wikipedia:

The Virgin River Gorge, located between St. George, Utah N37° 6' W113° 35' and Littlefield, Arizona N36° 51' W114° 1', is a long canyon that has been carved out by the Virgin River in northwest Arizona. [1] The Virgin River rises on the Colorado Plateau and created the topography of both Zion National Park and the Virgin River Gorge. The Gorge connects the southwestern rim of the Colorado Plateau and the northeastern edge of the Mojave Desert.

Interstate 15 runs through the canyon and crosses the Virgin River several times. The Virgin River Gorge section of Interstate 15 is one of the most expensive parts of interstate highway ever constructed.[2][3] Due to the winding of the interstate, the canyon is also noted for its tricky driving conditions.

The climate of the canyon is typical of the Mojave Desert with hot summers and mild winters. Flora and Fauna in the canyon are also typical of the Mojave. The canyon is popular among outdoor recreationalists such as rock climbers, hikers, and campers.

We made Baker by about 11:00 pm Pac Time. Travel advisory: don't stay in Baker.

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