As you make the turn off I-15 onto State Route 169, the view is of a generic landscape backed by some gray and brown mountains. Big deal, you think to yourself. Be patient; 15 miles after the modest sign that marks the boundary of the 40,000-acre area, the color spectrum goes haywire, with displays of cliff tops bathed in oranges, reds, purples, and browns. Down on the desert floor, outcroppings of rock poke up from splotches of green creosote. But here's the best part—the short road through this whole riot is unusually clean, smooth and perfectly curvy (without getting too kinky), and sports pullouts galore. Of course the limit is an annoyingly low 25-to-35 mph, but pay attention to the sign that says, "Speed limit is 35, this is your last and only warning." We spotted three people pulled over during our visit.