Hit and Run to Moab
Life after Zion is starting to feel like a hit and run. Hit the road, run through the sights and hit the road again. Driving Betty is heavy workload in graduating elevations with rumble strip lanes and dish rattling pavement.
Ga-Ga for Goblins
Hoodoos are out. Goblins are in. Where hoodoos have an untouchable magical and mystical aura, goblins are weird and wild and in your face. As we transition from ‘reservations in-hand’ to ‘no reservations – no problem,’ we followed a hunch
Capitol Reef – Andacite To See
Our two weeks under Watchman’s eye gave us a new sense of self. We left at day break with a general sense of direction to head east and not much in the way of reservations. It is a lot less
YES WE CANyon
When your primary vehicles are two wheels and six, any excursion normally made with four has to be “worth it.” Shower transitions to closet, dinette to living room storage, Comos on the back, slides in, jacks up, Betty barreling along,
Wetwalkers
Big hike and bikes require rest and stretch, best accomplished with a good book, laundry and a stroll downtown. After one western omelet, two Motrin, and a few chapters in Eric’s Streets of Laredo and Sheri’s Breaking my Cover –
A Day In The Pits
Since beef and kamut soup takes 8 hours of slow cooking, our best while-we-wait activity was 11 miles outside the park in the Southwest Desert. Kamut is an ancient grain from Egypt that gets frequent mentions from Sheri’s favorite on-line
Next Time Bring Rope
If a trail isn’t closed, we’ve hiked it. Biked to it. Taken a tram to it. Pictured it. Blogged about it. Yesterday we were wondering if there was anything else in Zion to see. Anything else to explore. We’ve exhausted
Chasing Waterfalls
Neither snow, nor rain, nor cold, nor hail of last night kept us from making our appointed Zion rounds today. As we sat in the dark, listening to 6 hours of roof pounding rainplops and hammering hail … wishing we
Hoodoos to Hurricane
A loud thud woke us from our cryogenic sleep chamber and sent Eric scrambling into his flannels to investigate what outside forces were afoot. 6:38am and no apparent culprit, we pulled up the jacks to frontrun the looming snowfall. No
Bryce Bryce Baby
What do you get when you mix switchback roads, a height size restricted tunnel, snow in the forecast, first come first serve dry camping and 8000 feet of elevation? Eric’s excuse for a 90 mile roadtrip to Bryce Canyon National