Moab. November, 2019.

We tried to leave Jackson Hole early, but you know that never happens. After running a few last-minute errands we were finally on the road and headed toward the desert. October had been a slow and cold month in the Tetons and we were excited to play around in the warmth of the desert and see some old friends. 

We took the blue highways as we traveled south. I have always found that you miss too much on the interstate, plus people drive like assholes. Got lost in southern Wyoming and mosied on into Jensen, Utah just as the sun was beginning to paint the landscape. Before you say it we were definitely not on the right route. We planned to drive through Colorado to see some friends and pick-up a few things if-you-know-what-i-mean. 

We thought about stopping to see two of my Dad's friends to run the garden center in Jenson, but it was getting late and we had not told anyone we were coming. Who even knows if they were home! We headed into Colorado as the setting sun brought out more and more colors in the landscape, each one more beautiful than the last. 

We stopped for the night just outside Dinosaur National Monument. It felt good to be back in the truck. The routine comes naturally you know? It is after all home. 

campsite outside Dinosaur National Monument

We spent the afternoon in Grand Junction and before we knew it the La Sals were a constant on the horizon. It is worth noting that despite taking an extremely roundabout way the drive this far had been absolutely gorgeous. Honestly, I would have spent a few days on that drive if I could. We had driven through Flaming Gorge and the Ashley National Forest, where coincidentally Pancho hit the 100,000-mile mark! We celebrated accordingly. From Dinosaur, we followed Route 139 up and over Douglas Pass, where you get a beautiful first glimpse of the La Sals. Funny, how this whole drive feels so natural. From Jackson to Moab, you follow the natural flow of the earth, more specifically, the pull of the Colorado River. 

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morning coffee ritual


The first day in Moab we did nothing but lie in the desert and it was wonderful. That night a car rolled into camp. My childhood friend, Ryan, had driven up from Flagstaff, where he had recently moved for a job. Last I had seen of him, we were at pub trivia in College Park, MD, so you know little different environment. He brought with him two new friends and we laughed and drank the night away.

The next morning we woke up early and headed to Arches. Most of us had not been to the park before, and we figured, middle of November, probably not too crowded...oh boy. After we passed Landscape arch, our two new friends, Anna and Kai decided that they weren't feeling it and were just going to hang out. Ryan, Sophie, and I press on with the trip... It was a beautiful hike. Sand and slickrock feel so soft on barefeet. Soon enough the crowds started to thin out, but as we rounded the corner to Double O, we were dismayed to see a group of people on top of the arch taking pictures. After a quick shout about a ranger, the fuckers fucked off. the other side of the loop was much more peaceful. Noise and crowds is one thing, it is accepted that youll get that in most parks, but speakers and music? Its getting out of hand.