The temperature ratcheted up the closer we got to Moab and it was hitting 95 by the time we rolled into town at 5. We decided that standing in one place is hot, moving is cooler, so why not ride until sunset?
Supplies, gas, and a stupendously odd conversation with a guy outside the grocery store. I think too many years of drug use and paranoia had cooked his brain to a burnt umber. There was something about global warming, melting ice caps, and for an encore he capped it off by noticing our thick jackets and saying "Damn, Americans are f*cking stupid." On that note, we're back into the desert, where the insults come from your friends and the ice caps are far away.
(personal note to Jodie, Carrie, and Kevin, this is the trail we drove the rented Jeep up a few years back)
Utah is like the moon, but it's beautiful alright.
John wins the sunset picture contest. This one is his. It was a beauty!
I'm pretty certain about most of our camping spots, but we were never sure if this one was legal or not. It had a shot up TV though, so that's usually a good sign of BLM land.
With the most relieving day behind us, we set up camp and zonk out. It was a good one.