Drive 450 kilometers and five hours through Arizona to Utah, and fly between billions of years of red rock mountains that resemble the surface of Mars.

The winding road leads to the desert, where the end of the road disappears into the distance, driving through the looming sandstone terrain, where familiar concrete rectangular communities emerge at the base of the majestic rocky hills, like a mirage in the desert, and you will see a polished one with sharp and abrupt edges, contrasting with the massive rocks outcropping the ground.

Although the road is far away, walking in the desert, only the wind whistling in your ears knocks on you from time to time, and your body and mind seem to have become one with nature.

Passing through the famous Antelope Canyon, on both sides are the ravines formed by the flood washed on the red sandstone for thousands of years, the top curve is very graceful and smooth, plus the minerals contained in the rock itself, under the refraction of the sun, it actually presents a variety of colors such as orange, yellow, red, purple, and blue.

As blurry as being on another planet, and like a twisted and tumbling abstract painting, it evokes infinite reverie......

As the footsteps approach, it seems that a crack has suddenly opened from the earth, and the river at the bottom of the valley presents a charming turquoise color under the sunlight, which is ingenious and thrilling.

Overlooking from the steep cliffs, the lonely rock surrounded by the lake stands steeply, as if telling the indomitable life of thousands of years, and the West Desert has a kind of magic that makes people meditate quietly, thanks to the time that has taken away a lot, but left the most beautiful scenery in the lens.

Standing at the highest point and looking out, the cliff wall of the canyon has been eroded by tens of millions of years of wind and rain into the stone pillars, each form is vivid, orange and red dazzling, some are like sharp swords straight into the sky, some are like girls Tingting Yuli, I have to sigh the magic of nature.

In the evening, head to Amangiri, the famous desert hotel, located on the border of several continents, where deep canyons and towering plateaus were once home to the Navajo and Hopi tribes, and the terrain has been carved by wind and water.

Step into the lobby of the hotel, which is also a library and restaurant, and sit by the fireplace at the dining table to admire the rich formations that have been around for hundreds of millions of years. On this 243-hectare private desert, the hotel features 34 suites in a concrete style with hard lines.

Each has its own panoramic view of the desert, and at dusk, the sky and the surface of the earth and the distant mountains are a psychedelic brick red, until the stars cover the night sky, and SC Johnson looks up at the starry sky, where he sees the Milky Way slanting across the starry sky, as if retreating to the earth before human civilization, looking at the universe.

The most amazing thing is the swimming pool, which is built around a mountain rock, imagine the experience of swimming next to the mountain rock for hundreds of millions of years in the desert, life geometry!

I can't help but climb the boulder with my bare hands, and the feeling of climbing for hundreds of millions of years is very subtle, and I can touch the touch of the rock formation carved by the wind and water with my hands.

It is said that 150 million years ago, this place was still a deep sea, and the geological layer in it is called Jurassic Anzoda sandstone, which turned out to be separated by plate movements a long, long time ago, and was actually the bottom of the sea.

From the valley floor, the changes in the entire geological layer are the evolutionary history of organisms. Cross a suspension bridge between two peaks to reach the commanding heights between the mountains. The desert vulture flutters its wings overhead, and the dimension of time changes.

As far as the eye can see, the vast desert terrain and exotic tropical plants give SC Johnson the illusion of being in the African plains?

Wilderness, boulders, sunsets, galactic ...... All the views are intense and stunning!

I finally understand why Lao Mei loves road trips, and every weekend in her spare time, she can arrange with three or five confidants, friends or family members to shuttle through the free land, let go of herself and release the heart that is tense in the city, and may complete a change in the experience of life.

After experiencing it firsthand, I found that the biggest charm lies in the unknown, life is like chocolate, you never know what the next one will taste like.

It's the same with road trips, you never know what awaits you in the next frame, what's going to be at your next stop, and it's an adventurous way to travel.

In particular, he is accustomed to seeing the blue sky and blue sea, and the desert in front of him is lonely, which makes Johnson even more shocked.

Walking into Texas, the filming location of the recently popular American drama Westworld, according to Monica's words: only three words can be used to summarize this state: Truck, Beer, Motorcycle.

If you drive a smart, you're embarrassed to put a Texas license. It's full of bars, Piano Bar, Rock bar, Country Music Bar, there's something for everyone.

The girls here don't have California bikinis, they don't have New York fur and fashion, but they have motorcycles and beer bellies.

Come to Dallas, it's a microcosm of the whole of Texas, and it's like it's full of male hormones. Smoking a bong, a cowboy hat, a pickup truck, country music, this is Dallas.

When I came here, I realized that the most common way to go on a date on the street was not to go to an elegant Michelin-starred restaurant, nor to spend the drizzle before the moon.

Everywhere you can see a big man riding a heavy locomotive, carrying a girl on the elevated highway of the city, and the man with the arm and the woman with the sling have become a figure shuttling through the city.

Walking through the towering building, a small green space suddenly appeared in front of me, and in the middle of the green space was an eyeball!

Standing 30 feet tall, with dark eyes and bloodshot whites, you feel like it's looking at you wherever you go, and it really explains what it means:

I can't take my eye off you！

Walking through the old town in the city center, lots of very interesting streets. In the last century, the Pacific Railroad passed through here, and the road was lined with Jewish-owned cloth shops, shops, and micro-loan finance companies.

The road builders live here, and many artists live on both sides of the road, and in the evening, the taverns on both sides of the road start to entertain themselves. Artists still like to hang out here, with bars and studios everywhere, as well as many unique shops and restaurants.

Along the way, countless motorcycles whizzed by, and the target seemed to be one, Fort Worth Stocks Yard.

As soon as I entered the town, I immediately felt a strong western style, and before Johnson secretly muttered: Texas is not a cowboy's nest? Why is there no western feeling at all?

Only now did I understand that this is the home of cowboys!

Heavy locomotives on the side of the road are all over the body, and some are even so big that thin people can't hold them up at all. Everywhere in the town, you can see an uncle wearing a cowboy hat leading a cow on the street, with a revolver pinned to his waist, handsome.

Not only are people not easy to mess with, but the face of the cow is not good at stubble, and the domestic cattle just scream honestly when you hit it, and walk away silently. The horns here are huge, the eyes are fierce, and they are absolutely domineering.

The cowboy mounts of the past and the motorcycles of the riders of today are wonderfully put together, and there is a sense of déjà vu like a montage.