Because I'm AWESOME that's why.
Had you asked me last week about the dawn I would have told you it's a myth, like dragons. Or gravity. But lo and behold, it exists. I have seen it.
After plugging away at french homework for a while (I'm awesome, remember?) I decided to catch up on some long overdue
So in order to
August 26th - The Road Less Traveled (because it's not a damn road)
Remember travel tips 1 and 2?
Allow me to explain. My father is the kind of environmental crusader who, when he went to empty our trash bag, came back with all the bottles and cans that had been misplaced, tragically, into the Moab garbage bins. This actually led to a net gain of refuse in our tiny hybrid car.
If I wanted to rebel, all I'd have to do is fail to compost an apple core.
It should here also be noted that, whatever else he is, my dad is the kind who will drive across the country doing dangerous things with his son because he loves him. So he gets a pass.
But I digress. Today was a day I'd been looking forward to. Today we went trail riding. And I use the term "trail" lightly. The barren hellscape that surrounds Moab just goes to show why everyone but the Mormons had the good sense to keep moving.
Nevertheless, it is absolutely stunning. Observe:
 |
| "I can make it." |
Also Note: I look hawt in bike shorts. (Thank you for noticing)
Now I thought I knew mountain biking. Evidently, I was wrong. If you want to know what riding around Moab is like, picture corporal punishment. That's it. You're done.
My butt cheeks still aren't speaking to me.
The views were, as per usual, spectacular. We also ran into a charming group of french guys along the trail. We compared maps, bruises and
After the ride we decided to explore the town, since the last thing we wanted to do was sit down.
It is around this part of the trip that I came up with this:
The Four Stages of Adventure Trips
1) Finally! An excuse to eat cliff bars again.
2) Another cliff bar? Why not!
3) I'd kill you for a salad.
4) I can't remember my last bowel movement.
Mmm Cliff bars. Not something to eat exclusively though, I agree. On my ride, I ate beef jerky and peanut M&M's. DELICIOUS (and protein-y!).
ReplyDeleteWill the french guys help you with your homework (why on earth are you taking french?)?
Muad'Dib.....Muad'Dib!
ReplyDeleteThat's what I thought of when I read Moab and saw desert. I blame a certain person I live with who likes to chant that a little too often.
haha and your ride went just SWIMMINGLY didn't it? I remember your tweets!
ReplyDeleteI'm taking (correction: DEMOLISHING) this french class because I want to spruce up my language skills for the Feds. Also, french girls. Duh :P
lol Jasmine I think you need to high five Dan for me.
My post-traumatic amnesia tells me it went super well and was EXTREMELY EASY. Don't let me get suckered...err..convinced into doing it again this year. Although I do love peanut M&Ms.
ReplyDeleteTwo things I think of when I hear about Moab.
ReplyDeleteThe US Air Force has a bomb called a MOAB - Mother of all Bombs. Apparently it has to be pushed out of a cargo plane.
It was near Moab where that guy had his arm caught by a rock, then cut it off himself.
So, Moab is a crazy place....as a word or acronym.
haha dude Moab is the happiest place on Earth. After Black Rock City of course :P
ReplyDeleteThese posts are amazing! I almost peed myself a few times! lol.
ReplyDeleteIt helps that I have broken rule #1 a few times. I have a few photos myself of rule #1, they all have a digital camera permanently stuck to the face. I started to take those photos because I decided to blow the anger off and just boil it down to funny. You are braver than I, roadtriping! Really when did that strike you as a good idea? Sounds like it was an adventure.
Hope this hasn't ruined your ideas for future roadtrips. We should totally try one sometime.