Movin' On To Moab
We set our destination for Moab and left the cozy little mountain town of Crested Butte (where we shredded the mountain to pieces). We were unable to make it to Utah before sunset so we camped one night in the plains of Grand Junction, CO. It was, essentially, a place for us to sleep and make sure we remembered how to set up the tent. Moving on…
So here we are, in gorgeous Moab, Utah, just across the border from Colorful Colorado where the Canyonlands begin. The vast number of plateaus and canyon walls and reddish rock formations jutting up in every direction around us made for a beautiful ride in. Per usual, Brooke located a free campsite that came highly rated from The Outbound (which you can join, here!) The description claimed campsites are on the top of the Long Canyon Rim and can be accessed by a 10-mile dirt road up the canyon, 4-wheel drive required, which was true and not unusual for more remote sites. However, the author of the description failed to mention the 10-mile dirt road was a death-defying trek up a seemingly unkempt one-lane “road” filled with ditches, stones, boulders, and that the vehicle and its passengers required extreme luck (in addition to the 4-wheel driving capabilities). Needless to say, we survived the treacherous ride up thanks to the beast of a truck we have, but once we reached the summit we were (pleasantly) surprised to see other campers had begun filling up the campsites on the rim, many of whom came in much smaller, less beastly vehicles. ‘How did they make it up the road of hell?’, we wondered. The answer was obvious: they took the motherf**king backroad located just off the nicely paved highway. Wimps. Honestly, the road we took made the camping that night much more enjoyable. We had to take risks to get here. We didn't cheat and take the “logical route” like these other blowhards. We will never drive up it again, though.
These are the first canyons I have been to. Brooke can’t remember going to the Grand Canyon, but she claims she feels like she’s been there before (Vince/Bonnie, any evidence to back that up?). Either way, the scenery is amazing. It is easy to be skeptical of campsites with descriptions that sound too good to be true, but our expectations were exceeded. The view from these sites are incredible! We can see over Long Canyon, into the distance, and see the La Sal mountain range. The juxtaposition of red rocks and white mountain tops reminds us of how lucky we are to live ina country with such a vast array of geological wonders. Our first site camping in the west (excluding the two-night exhibition we had in the Rockies) was already better than every place we stayed in the east, times three.
The temperatures in Moab range from a high of 70 during the day to a low of 37 at night, but unless there is wind, it doesn’t feel cold at all. We awoke the next morning ready to hike some trails and shoot some stuff (with our GoPro), and that’s exactly what we did. Not too far from our campsite is the Dead Horse Point State Park. The park offers a few dog-friendly trails, and we took the East-West Rim trail loop to Dead Horse Point. While most think Dead Horse Point is just a cool western name some John Wayne wannabe gave this area, I have a different idea. You see, our dog Mila has a nose for mystery. It may be her German Shepherd heritage, or (more likely) her affinity for crime-solving shows, such as The Glades and, more recently, Law & Order: SVU. Whatever the true reasoning may be, our young Mariska Hargitay discovered a bone (possibly hip or a part of a femur?) covered in black hair on, you guessed it, DEAD HORSE POINT. Clearly this area is where horses are routinely slaughtered and made into glue and horse-steaks (popular in Canada). I call on anyone who reads this to contact your local government official and help us put an end to horse slaughter in Utah and, if we push hard enough, an end to Utah itself. Instead, we will call it Colorado West or MattNitishinville. We cannot let the senseless killing of millions of baby horses continue. #horselivesmatter.
The rest of the hike after uncovering a statewide scandal was great. The temps held up and we completed a six-mile hike in a mere 3.5 hours. We were exhausted yet satisfied, and went back to camp to cook up some grub. We dined on our new recipe of homemade hot pockets and passed out to the critically acclaimed Will Ferrell/Kevin Hart collaboration, Get Hard…for the fifth time this week.