4/22/08…11:21 a.m.
By late morning our caravan reaches “The Waterfall”: a steep, undulating series of slick-rock shelves linked together, one after the other, like some intimidating sandstone ladder. We start climbing. From the front seat of the LR3, you can see only the steep rock face lifting in front of you—and blue sky as the approach angles upward. Our Land Rovers find a good line in the rock, riding the sandstone like living, breathing creatures.
There’s an element of trust in place here. Without seeing exactly what’s moving under our vehicles, you put your trust in the engineering. You put some faith in the machine. It’s nerve-racking at moments. Thrilling at all times.
After making it up “The Waterfall,” I step out to view the shelves we’ve just mastered. It’s astounding that a vehicle can drive such a thing. I quickly find out that it’s not always so easy. A group of Jeeps arrives below us. They have trouble making the approach. I hear the drivers shouting and cursing. Which is unfortunate. In the absence of technique (or technology—whatever it was that the Jeeps were missing), the enjoyment of the landscape vanished.
Tags: Land Rover, Land Rover Adventures, landrover, LR3, Moab, Range Rover, Range Rover Sport, Utah
