Day 7

This morning we woke and found that the frost had not visited again. We had another feast of country style breakfast and loaded the van. Our next destination was Moab, still in Utah (land of the 3.2% beer). We stopped in an area on Boulder mountain to frolic in the snow and take some photos. Again warm clothing was appreciated. We were lucky to find a clear spot as visibility for most of the trip over the mountain was very poor. We cruised through the capital reef N.P and stopped for more photos. The rocks were very red. We took another little stop to look at some Indian petroglyphs. Not the most artistic of drawings but, they were very interesting and had been around a while.

So back in the luxurious van utill our next little side stop. This time we were going to see an arch. We parked at this place next to the railway and the Colorado river (it was like being in a western movie). Then we walked a way up a path until we got to Corona and Bow Tie arch. The place had an enormous echo, echo, echo....echo. It was better to yell into the wall then to shout directly at someone. We were also treated to a show when the sunlight hit Corona arch and it lit up beautifully.
We finally made it to our camp site. Ahh Grass, apparently the best piece of grass in the Southwest. So after setting up the tents a game of soccer was called for. Well I got to say that there were no Maradonas playing today. But it was a heap of fun and only a few bruises.

Dinner was consumed, as was a greater portion of a bottle of Gentleman Jack. At least I was not the only one to hit the turps in a big way. Can't say that I remember all of what went on that night, but I guess I had fun. In the end four of us ended up sleeping out under the stars of a Utah sky.