A Journey Through Time: Denver to Glenwood Springs

As I boarded the Rocky Mountaineer in Denver, a familiar sense of excitement washed over me. The anticipation of a journey by rail, a mode of travel that has always held a special place in my heart, was palpable. The Crawford Hotel, where I stayed for two nights, was a perfect prelude to the adventure. Nestled right at Denver Union Station, it offered a seamless transition from the hustle and bustle of the city to the serene landscapes that awaited.

The train itself was a marvel. Opting for the Silver Leaf Plus service, I found myself in a carriage that offered panoramic views of the breathtaking scenery. The lounge carriage, a comfortable haven, was a delightful alternative to the traditional dining car. As we departed, the cityscape of Denver gradually gave way to the majestic Rocky Mountains. The journey through the Big Ten Curve and the Moffat Tunnel was nothing short of spectacular. The engineering feats of these railways, combined with the natural beauty of the snow-capped peaks and lush pine forests, created a tapestry of sights that were both awe-inspiring and humbling.

The service on board was impeccable. The staff, with their enthusiasm and dedication, made the experience even more memorable. Breakfast and lunch were served with a flair that rivaled the finest dining establishments, and the camaraderie among fellow travelers added a layer of warmth to the journey. As the day drew to a close, we arrived in Glenwood Springs, a charming town that seemed to have stepped out of a bygone era. The Hotel Maxwell Anderson, just a stone’s throw from the station, was a cozy retreat where I could unwind and reflect on the day’s adventures.

From Glenwood Springs to Moab: A Change of Scenery

The following morning, the train whisked us away from the verdant landscapes of Colorado to the arid beauty of Utah. The transition was gradual yet striking, as the lush greenery gave way to the rugged terrain of Ruby Canyon and the iconic Red Rocks. The journey was a visual feast, with each turn revealing a new vista more stunning than the last.

Moab, our destination for the next two nights, was a vibrant town nestled amidst the natural wonders of the region. The Hoodoo by Hilton Hotel, our home base, was ideally located for exploring the surrounding national parks. The partnership with Moab Express ensured that our excursions were well-organized and enriching. The first day in Moab was dedicated to exploring Arches National Park and Canyonlands National Park. The sheer scale and beauty of these landscapes were overwhelming. From the delicate arches to the towering monoliths, each formation told a story of time and nature’s artistry.

The guides from Moab Express were knowledgeable and passionate, sharing insights that deepened our appreciation for the parks. The day was long but rewarding, filled with moments of quiet reflection and shared wonder. As the sun set over the red rocks, I felt a profound connection to the land and its history.

The Mighty Five: A Grand Finale

Our journey continued with a drive to Bryce Canyon, a route that took us through Capitol Reef National Park and over the majestic Boulder Mountain. The landscape was ever-changing, each stop offering a new perspective on the natural beauty of the American West. Bryce Canyon Village, with its cowboy charm, was a delightful stopover. The evening’s entertainment, a country and western music show, was a fitting tribute to the spirit of the region.

The final day of our tour was a whirlwind of breathtaking sights. Bryce Canyon National Park, with its otherworldly hoodoos, was a highlight. The views from Bryce Point, Inspiration Point, and Sunset Point were nothing short of spectacular. As we made our way to Zion National Park, the scenery continued to captivate. The Checkerboard Mesa and the Mt Carmel Zion Tunnel were testaments to the power of nature and human ingenuity.

As we arrived in Las Vegas, the contrast between the natural wonders we had witnessed and the vibrant cityscape was stark. Yet, it was a fitting end to a journey that had taken us through some of the most beautiful landscapes in the United States. The Rockies to Red Rocks journey was more than just a train ride; it was a passage through time and nature, a reminder of the beauty that lies in the journey itself.