Moab,
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Sunday, March 28th, 8:40AM
(7:40AM Utah time).
 I
decided to put the Tentcot on top of the car last night
to try that out. Perfect. The purchase
of the fleece sleeping bag liner was also a smart move.
I woke up to Doug building a fire...
sweat pouring off of me... it had to be 412° in
the Tentcot. When I opened the door to look out, there
was frost
all over the top of the Pelican cases and on the rain
fly of the Tentcot. I got down off the roof to start
my car and to see what the temperature was...
HOLY
CRAP!
Literally and figuratively.
My dog had gotten sick in the car. Puke
and poo in the front seat. Fortunately it had a seat
cover on it. My first thought was obviously to burn
the seat cover. But, since we just arrived in Moab,
I figured I better keep it, so 14 rolls of paper towels
and a
bottle
and a half of Windex later, we're back where we started.
It was 29°.
 Angie says she cannot get comfortable
in their roof tent. Poor Josh. $14 million dollars
for Hannibal rack and a tent, and Angie cannot sleep.
Josh did not have the same problem.
Anyway, we had a good fire and an even
better breakfast. We had steak and eggs and fajita
meat and sausage and, of course, I had a Coke.
Peter
Starling's little grill did the trick.
We have no plan today other than going
to see the sites. Josh, Angie and I brought our mountain
bikes, so hopefully we'll find a place to use them.
While everyone was packing up the rest
of their gear, I took a walk and took a few pictures:
 After
we packed everything up, we had to stop and take
pictures with the mountain as a backdrop to our
trucks all lined up. Then, we pulled forward 10'
for a different angle...
Getting here a day early was
definitely the right thing to do. I hope the rest
of our group is driving safely.
We're off to find some adventure...
Sunday, March 28th, 5:16PM
(4:16PM Utah time).
Adventure found--Mountain Biking. Josh,
Angie and I went mountain biking in the Sand Flats
Recreation Area. As Josh has since said, "There
ain't a damned thing flat about it."
On the way to find adventure, we found
a natural spring. The water from the mountain is
is very drinkable and very tasty. We filled up our
bottles and took some neato pictures:
When we entered the camp, we found
a few places to play and snapped a couple more pictures:
Special
Ed and Doug went off-roading while we went mountain
biking. Angie got about a
tenth of a mile into it and decided that was enough
for her; she headed back to camp (N38°34.814',
W109°31.062')--she was the smart one.
In shape--I am no longer.
Josh says
it is the altitude; who am I to argue.
We rode 7
miles in about an hour and a half. At this point,
you are probably saying "wimps." This 7
miles was the toughest 7 miles I have ever spent
on a bike.
To give you a frame of reference, if you've been
to Memorial Park and road every trail there, think
of that as a leisurely 1 mile bike ride downhill
with a 25mph tail wind. Mountain biking in Moab is
more like trying to do the MS150 in 35 minutes.
I did get some cool road... rock...
rash. I also got punctured by something. My chain
ring also left some nice puncture wounds in my calf:
Yes, they look insignificant here...
but they are wounds! WAR WOUNDS!
Doug and Special Ed just pulled up.
Doug's quote: "Unf@$%ing believable." The following
are the pictures Special Ed took while out on the
trails:
OK, we are off to town for more
ice and fire wood... ummm huh huh huh... he said
"wood"
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