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Roadtrippin’ - Mountain Biking St. George By Alyssa Erikson The smell of moist soil soaked in snowmelt and the white landscape slowly disappears as we drive south on I-15 towards St. George, Utah. I watch the outside temperature, broadcasting on my dashboard, slowly rise, and once the rock turns from grey to orange, I finally risk rolling down my window. My hand oscillates up and down, riding the vehicular thermals like a raptor riding the warmer air from down south.

A Southern Utah Family Escape Influencer Tips from - Arika Bauer aka ZionAdventurePhotog Growing up in Hurricane Utah, just 20 minutes from Saint George, I have fond memories of jumping out of bed, running barefoot to the window and peeking out in wonder at the blanket of snow covering my backyard; but that was a very rare occurrence. The majority of my winter days were spent running around outside rarely ever needing a coat.

Unplug, recharge and reconnect with your loved ones on any of Utah's awesome rivers, here we round up our favorite family trips!

Welcome to Utah State Road 12 - aka Scenic Byway 12 All-American Road. Set your watch back 40 years and enjoy the ride!

Utah is renowned for great skiing, stunning red rock deserts and, of course, headquarters of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Another distinction gaining momentum both here and outside state lines is—and we're not making this up—a booze producing Mecca.

The mystique of the Wild West is alive and well with international travelers who dream about visiting the United States, the land of wide open spaces, cowboys, and American Indians.

Growing up, I spent a lot of time in the great Utah outdoors with my family. Some of my much loved early memories are of Lake Powell, Bear Lake and, perhaps my favorite, the land of the Dinosaurs, aka "Dinosaurland!"

My sister was turning 50. I pondered what we could do to celebrate this major life event. Mom, sis and I had often traveled together and we wanted to have another excursion for the three of us to celebrate this special year.

On a crisp October morning I perched on the side of Canaan Mountain, south of Zion, in the midst of a small grove of maples. The little trees clung to the shallow dirt on a ledge of Moenave Formation, which comprises the aptly named Vermilion Cliffs.