Marry Me: Moab, April '13

Last April, right after finals, my madre and hermano came down, and we all drove a couple of hours south to Moab for a few days of hiking. I can't suggest going to national parks during the spring enough! The weather was perfect, the parks and camping grounds weren't too bad, and... that's about all I can think of right now. But really, those are the two major drawbacks to any vacation!

We stayed at a HUGE campground by the river. It's essentially a ton of acres with sporadic bathrooms. You find an ideal place, and stake your claim. We, unfortunately, picked a space across from a bunch of foul-mouthed, trashy drunkards who are impressively on their way to cirrhosis and death, among other miscellaneous injuried (in a drunken stupor our second night, they set fire to a soccer ball which they proceeded to kick around the dry scrub, and then burned their couch to the ground). The police were called, but a lone, unprepared representative of the law was the only result, and he was unprepared to adequately confront the 20 partiers. He left them with a warning.

Other than my excessive disdain for the raunch and misfortune of our fellow-campers, the trip was really great. We planned and packed some great food (hobo dinners, dutch oven chicken, breakfast burritos, apple cobbler...), and got to see most of the arches on our priority list. I think the pictures do a pretty good job of conveying the trip. The changing colors of the rock in the shifting sun, the sheer grandeur of the stone and landscape, the flora and fauna, were all breathtaking.

Oh, but the very last picture? We never did manage to get the balancing rock to "balance" on our heads. Dang.