There were at least a half-dozen times when our trip itinerary could have, er should have, veered us towards Great Basin NP. Each time we demurred with a cadre of excuses. Not this time. We'll go later. Let's go to Zion NP again. Let's spend a few more days in Las Vegas. Let's go to Flagstaff.
Ultimately, Great Basin NP was the last park site west of the Rocky Mountains that we hadn't visited. When our friends asked us where we were going next we replied, "some boring remote park in the desert." We saracstically added, "we saved the best ones for last."
Boy were we wrong. At Great Basin NP we did not find a inhospitable and freezing cold desert, we found an isolated mountain wonderland.
We accepted what our senses were screaming, “This is one of the most beautiful places we have ever been.” Our rational, travel section reading selves did not want to relent. No one talks about this Park. Few people visit here. It is in Nevada. Had we gone mad? No, we had just stumbled onto one of America’s hidden scenic gems and for two days, it was our quiet, personal paradise.