By now you’re probably tired of hearing me talk about sandstone. Too bad. So far on Road Trip IX, I haven’t had the pleasure of talking about RED sandstone.
After zipping across western Kansas and eastern Colorado (please somebody tell me something interesting about western Kansas or eastern Colorado!), we spent the night with a friend in Denver. Full disclosure: this stop was in full Carolina Tarheel Fan Mode, not our usual Outdoor Adventurers In Search Of the Ultimate Bike Path or Hike Mode. Our friend is from Chapel Hill. Together we ate pizza and happily whooped the Tarheels into the Round of 32. Mission Accomplished.
Next day we braved the passes of I-70 through the Rockies, blessing the weather gods and Colorado DOT for keeping the roads clear, even though the roadsides looked like this:
Safely on the other side, temperatures back in the 40s, we took a recreational stop at Grand Junction’s not-so-hidden treasure, Colorado National Monument. We’ve camped there before, and know that its red sandstone towers and hollows and who-knows-what-to-call-its are the equal of anything outside of Arches National Park. We didn’t have the time to go deep into the park, but a single swift hike through the very corner yielded this:
After that, we said goodbye and thanks to Colorado, and zipped on down to
Mecca Moab, Utah.
Why do I call it Mecca? Because Moab is the holy city for people of The Mate’s and my religion, The Church of the Great, Dirty, Sweaty Outdoors. In Moab, every other car looks like ours.
Wheels, wheels, wheels! Granted, some are attached to monster engines on scary-looking jeeps and ATVs. But most are some form of bike. And even those folks who aren’t there to ride around on something are still there to play hard and get dirty.
While patiently waiting for the Heels to play their Round 2 game, we delighted ourselves with bike rides and hikes in some of the most perfect, astounding, God-given terrain available to mankind. Now when I say bike rides, I do NOT mean this:
I mean this–this amazing trail that runs all the way from the rim of the valley,
through town, and along the Colorado for who knows how many more miles (I had to turn around before finding out).
As for hiking, well…the entrance to Arches National Park was two miles from the campground we were staying in. And if you don’t know Arches…
My hope was, if the weather was decent, we could spend a night camping after having safely seen our beloved team into the Sweet 16. (Pause for wild cheering from Tarheel Nation.) But stupidly, I’d been so deeply enjoying the fact of all these other fans of the Great Red Outdoors, I’d missed the obvious: those fellow red-rockers were our competitors for camping spaces. And unlike us, they’d been smart enough to make reservations. Months in advance, probably. The Arches campground was, of course, FULL FULL FULL.
So much for my “Peaceful, Easy Feeling” image of “I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight/With a million stars all around.” Yes, there are first-come, first-served BLM campgrounds scattered about, but you can camp in those for up to two weeks. What were we supposed to do, hang around all day waiting on the off chance of being there when someone pulled up their tent stakes? C’mon! We have trails to hike, basketball games to watch!
So…Irony. The very thing that draws us to Moab–the joyous celebration of its dirty, sweaty beauty–prevents us from engaging in that highest of ceremonies, spontaneous camping. Yeah, I suppose we could’ve acted like our younger selves and just pulled off the road somewhere to pitch our tent. But in the Church of the Great, Dirty, Sweaty Outdoors, I guess these days we’re those Establishment types who claim front pews. Next time, if I possibly can…I’m making reservations!
What a beautiful set of photos! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you! And thanks for visiting!
awesome post! ive been through moab and the surrounding areas and you captured it well! thanks for sharing!
Thanks, Erik. Looking at your blog, I see you’re the kind of camper we used to be…:) Keep it up! And thanks for visiting Wing’s World.
I so need to get out there!!! I hope you found somewhere to sleep! 😀
We just hit the road again, after one last hike, and ended up in a motel in Idaho.🙁 Next time I’ll be ready! Thanks for visiting, Jennifer.
Looks like you packed a lot in during your time in Moab, despite not being able to find a spot to pitch your tent. Sigh. We remember well the days when we could get a prime campsite in the heart of Arches. We’ve been wanting to return, but only in the shoulder season, as you so wisely did. I’m not sure where they got the name Balanced Rock, either, LOL!
I’m beginning to think “shoulder season” in Moab means pretty much December and January! 🙂 I guess the only way to time perfect travel-camping with the seasons is to do it year ’round. I can sure see the temptation!