You Win, Moab. You Always Do.
So, it’s (Happy) Thursday again and I’m just now getting around to writing a recap of our adventure to Moab, Utah. Let me now regale you with a tale filled with dinosaur tracks, bird attacks, local bowling alleys, dangerously low blood pressure, and a cowboy called “Tex.”
We left Colorado Springs with soaring hearts and a jam-packed vehicle. In my backpack, I was able to stuff 18 pairs of socks and a hat. Incidentally, this tactic was not as effective as I had hoped (you’ll understand why when you see the pictures of my black foot. Kidding Mee Maw, I’m frostbite free.). So we set out after work at about 5:30…
We arrived at the Lazy Lizard Hostel at approximately 12AM, having made excellent time and encountering relatively few road blocks (PUN!) along the way. Let me assure you, in case there is any question, the Lazy Lizard Hostel of Moab, Utah is NOT a place one wants to arrive at past sundown. Or really any other time of day for that matter. If you find yourself at any point in your life faced with the question of whether to stay at the Lazy Lizard Hostel or proceed with finding a campsite in the middle of the night and setting up a tent in 4 degree weather, CHOOSE THE LATTER! Trust me. And if you don’t trust me, then maybe you’ll believe the fierce rash that Alecia picked up. Not pretty.
I’m only kidding. Our concierge, Jace, was very helpful in finding us a room that might conceivably have been cleaned in the last century and we could not have busted through the door without his help. Thanks, Jace.
The next morning we awoke, thankful to be alive and still in possession of our wallets. We decided to find a campsite for that night and set up our tent so that we’d have a place to return after hiking. Ranger Rick met us at the campsite and stated that we would most likely die if we decided to set up our tent in that particular location. We discussed this possibility amongst ourselves and determined that it was all part of the adventure!
We then hiked several trails in Arches National Park, where a gigantic crow-like bird tried to propel me off the side of an icy cliff. And you know I do not exaggerate.
After hiking, we went back to the campsite to get ready for a night out on the town. Let’s just say that the well-hidden bowling alley wouldn’t let us bowl, the teeny-tiny movie theater wouldn’t let us watch, and we arrived back at the tent at approximately 7:48 pm. We built a fire and subsequently put it out after 10 minutes due to the fear that someone would spot it from the road and get curious about what kind of simpletons would be camping by the river in an environment absent of heat. We knew that said fictional man,"Whiskers" (because he’s curious like a cat), would be forced to conclude that it could only be silly women and he might try to approach us, which would lead to panic.
We then “slept” each with four layers of clothing, mummy bags, 15 blankets, hats, gloves, scarves, and the knowledge that we might never see each other again. When we “awoke” at 7:30am, we went to the car, spent 30 some-odd minutes regaining feeling in our toes, packed up, and got the heck out of dodge.
Utah did not want anymore of us and we did not want any more of Utah.
We left Colorado Springs with soaring hearts and a jam-packed vehicle. In my backpack, I was able to stuff 18 pairs of socks and a hat. Incidentally, this tactic was not as effective as I had hoped (you’ll understand why when you see the pictures of my black foot. Kidding Mee Maw, I’m frostbite free.). So we set out after work at about 5:30…
We arrived at the Lazy Lizard Hostel at approximately 12AM, having made excellent time and encountering relatively few road blocks (PUN!) along the way. Let me assure you, in case there is any question, the Lazy Lizard Hostel of Moab, Utah is NOT a place one wants to arrive at past sundown. Or really any other time of day for that matter. If you find yourself at any point in your life faced with the question of whether to stay at the Lazy Lizard Hostel or proceed with finding a campsite in the middle of the night and setting up a tent in 4 degree weather, CHOOSE THE LATTER! Trust me. And if you don’t trust me, then maybe you’ll believe the fierce rash that Alecia picked up. Not pretty.
I’m only kidding. Our concierge, Jace, was very helpful in finding us a room that might conceivably have been cleaned in the last century and we could not have busted through the door without his help. Thanks, Jace.
The next morning we awoke, thankful to be alive and still in possession of our wallets. We decided to find a campsite for that night and set up our tent so that we’d have a place to return after hiking. Ranger Rick met us at the campsite and stated that we would most likely die if we decided to set up our tent in that particular location. We discussed this possibility amongst ourselves and determined that it was all part of the adventure!
We then hiked several trails in Arches National Park, where a gigantic crow-like bird tried to propel me off the side of an icy cliff. And you know I do not exaggerate.
After hiking, we went back to the campsite to get ready for a night out on the town. Let’s just say that the well-hidden bowling alley wouldn’t let us bowl, the teeny-tiny movie theater wouldn’t let us watch, and we arrived back at the tent at approximately 7:48 pm. We built a fire and subsequently put it out after 10 minutes due to the fear that someone would spot it from the road and get curious about what kind of simpletons would be camping by the river in an environment absent of heat. We knew that said fictional man,"Whiskers" (because he’s curious like a cat), would be forced to conclude that it could only be silly women and he might try to approach us, which would lead to panic. We then “slept” each with four layers of clothing, mummy bags, 15 blankets, hats, gloves, scarves, and the knowledge that we might never see each other again. When we “awoke” at 7:30am, we went to the car, spent 30 some-odd minutes regaining feeling in our toes, packed up, and got the heck out of dodge.
Utah did not want anymore of us and we did not want any more of Utah.
Oh Whiskers. Always full of curiosity.
ReplyDeleteI knew that's what you'd comment on! I considered removing it, but decided it was worth it just for you, pumpkin.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you all survived! I have so been looking forward to your post. Sounds like you all were very prepared for the cold. Smart women! An adventure to share for many years.
ReplyDeleteNext time you should borrow my TEOTWAWKI tent. It is 160 lbs of double-insulated military canvas and has a 65,000 BTU wood fired stove.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, it also smells like 160 lbs of canvas and a wood fired stove :(
BTW, I didn't know you had a blog. Sweet!