A lot I guess—around every corner today you would find us saying, “Wow, can you believe this, how lucky are we” and any other manner of descriptive phrases. It started out as a cool, cloudy day and remained so until we rolled back into camp when the sun popped out. We were dressed for the coolness—in the photos you will see the cowboy and me in our former motorcycle gear—leather chaps and jackets—it fits the bill, we were never cold while riding.
Moab is breathtakingly beautiful, awesome, spectacular, giant country—around every corner is another glorious view, another red, towering rock. The town of Moab was a zoo of jeeps yesterday, seems we’ve arrived during a yearly jeeping event—there were people and jeeps everywhere. We worried it would be crowded out on the trails—shouldn’t have worried. Other than the spot where we watched the extreme jeeping we saw less than a dozen people all day!!
I had Bayfield Bunch Al’s disease today—I took 132 photographs and several movies of the crazy guys in jeeps trying to come up this incredibly steep, uneven rock face—they all made it! It took me a while to sort photos tonight and I can’t possibly post all of them but here are some of the best:
Thanks so much Geri and Larry for a wonderful day!! I have a video of one of the jeeps coming up that steep slope but our internet connection is not cooperating tonight—maybe tomorrow I can post it.