I figured I’d better document this
trip because it’s gonna be a LONG time before we get to do this
again. Our friend, “Uncle Drew”, has made a career in recreation
and owns our local bike/ ski shop. He invited our family on a
weekend adventure in Moab! What’s the catch? No catch. We paid
for gas and groceries as he let us tag along! His
adventure-mobile-excursion fit us all!
I think the best part of desert camping
is waking up that first morning. As usual, we pulled in the night
before way after dark. To be surrounded by that drastic change of
scenery was breath-taking. Red rock, red sand, brown river, green
cottonwoods, it’s definitely moab desert! Bevan and Uncle Drew had
to shuttle the razors down river, which took a bit, but by
mid-morning we off to float the Daly of the Colorado River. The kids
loved it. I tried rowing a couple times, but did a bad job of it.
Good thing I never followed through on my dream of being a river
guide. Uncle Drew did most of the rowing since the water was so low
and mellow. He was actually a river guide there and knew the river
very well! We hit all the best rapids, cruised past other boats,
stopped for lunch, and made it to the end by 4. I loved the peace
and tranquility of the river. The kids loved the sandy beaches.
Our next adventure was hiking up Negro
Bill Canyon. Well, it isn’t called that anymore, I actually don’t
know the new name. Anyway, we didn’t make it to Morning Glory
Arch, but let the kids play in a section of the creek that was shady
and pleasant. They all fell in except Dallin. He found a lizard to
study instead.
Our last adventure was Razor riding in
a section of the Sand Flats Rec Area called Hell’s Revenge. Wow,
it sounds so lovely! It was actually really fun... once I got used
to it. I compare the thrill to being on a roller coaster: contained
in a vehicle with brief periods of thinking you might die. I felt
bad for the kids being tossed around so much. They seemed to have
fun, but kids rarely get thrills the same way adults do.
On our way out of Moab, we stopped at
the city park to repack and organize all the stuff. We ran into our
old neighbor, Jill and her cute daughter playing. My kids played for
a while too, which made them sleep the entire way home! Our only
mishap was a trailer tire blowout on highway 6, which the boys slept
through also. If that was our only major disaster from a weekend of
risky adventure, I’ll take it. We’ll miss you Moab!
