The United States is an amazingly large place. I have ridden my Harley through most of it at one time or another, racking up about 225,000 miles on my two Harley Davidsons, during which time I have crossed the country on several occasions. I have also crossed it by car even more times.
I am still surprised when I am traveling down the interstate highway (because I had to, not because I wanted to) and suddenly I look to my right and see:
I was, of course, up on that bridge span looking down, but I feel like this would be a major attraction in most places. Instead we whizzed by at 80 miles per hour, the only notifications that there was something interested being the glimpse of Malad Gorge that we saw from the interstate and a state sign saying that the Thousand Springs State Park can be found at the next exit.
We, however, are on our way to Utah to see interesting canyons and rock formations and didn't have time to stop.