I like the lonesome highway, the place where dust kicks up when you pass but settles before the next person comes by. Out of the way places seldom visited and then mostly by accident. Utah has a lot of these places.

In the desert areas, there are migrant traps, so called because they are isolated places where shade and water can be found for the weary traveler. So the birds in migration drop in presenting wonderful birding opportunities for the watcher who's timing was right.

Migrants flow through Utah, some following the valleys, others the mountain ridges; up in the spring and down in the fall, flowing like some yearly tide, in and out, in and out. The ebb and flow of nature.

The nesting birds flood in and begin their nests, progressively later as the altitude increases, until the high mountains receive them, they nest and rear their young then hurry out to beat the onrushing winter.

The variety of habitats in Utah make every corner, every nook and cranny a likely spot to find that great bird. This set of pages log my wanderings around the state. I hope they are interesting to you, and awaken some wanderlust in your heart, to tread where few tread and see what few see.