Home again, home again, jiggity jig

I am sitting on my couch.
In my living room.
In Salt Lake.

Not to be confused with...

Sitting on my camping chair.
In the sweltering heat.
In Moab.

That's right, I am BACK!

When we got to Moab, my madre and I set up our campsite, and then headed out into town to see the sights, and once we were done with that (which took approximately 40 minutes or so), we went back to our digs and spent the rest of the evening reading.  Well, I should mention that a HUGE, ridiculous storm rose up in the late afternoon, wind blowing, rain pouring, the whole kit-and-caboodle.  The mom set up her camping chair in the tent and read in there, while I secluded myself in the back of The Justy to dive into my tome (I might add that one of my new favorite places is the back of The Justy).

The next day we went into Arches National Park and drove around, then proceeded to hike up to Delicate Arch, which is quite a sight.  There were people from all over the world in Arches, I heard German, French, Japanese, Danish, Italian, Hillbilly, you name it, it was there.  Kinda cool.  Another storm came up just as we finished our hike, and in an effort not to be struck by lightening, we headed back to camp until it passed.  Frankly, I can't remember what we did for the rest of that day, I blame it on the Goldfish Brain.

The day after that, we went river rafting on the Colorado, and then later in the afternoon we went horseback riding.  I hadn't been riding in more than 10 years, and it was something that my tohkes remembered immediately.  My horse, Dooley, kept trying to eat the plants that were along the trail, and one of the guides pointed out that Dooley was just taking advantage of me, story of my life.

Saturday consisted of hiking in Devils Garden.  Scrambling up and down slickrock fins and trying to avoid falling to a grisly death were on the menu, and it tasted pretty good, not gonna lie.  Later, we went back into town, where I spent some time (and money) in a used bookstore (are you REALLY surprised?).

Today, or rather, yesterday, we drove up to see some dinosaur tracks (yes, I'm still a nerd) and other various rock formations theretofore not seen by our party, and then we went to Dead Horse Point to take in the view (no dead ponies were seen) before we headed back home.

I was hot, sweaty glistening, dirty, tired and yet completely satisfied.


But I am also really glad to be home.