I happily survived my first night of primitive camping. In case any one asks what you do when the sun goes down, you light a fire and hang out until it's a suitable time to go to sleep. We didn't have any wood for a fire, so we went to our sleeping bags early, trying to get over the marathon drive and hiking. It was cozy in the tent. The site is right across from the Colorado River, so I went to sleep listening to the frogs croaking.
Morning came early and if there were chickens around I think I would have beaten them to the cue. After a wonderful breakfast that I cooked on our trusty camping stove, we went back to the park for some easy hiking and wonderful sights.
I'm finally getting over the altitude - from Ocean City at 0 ft elevation to over 5000 in the park, the air is certainly clear and there's not as much of it. All I can say is I'm happy I started to get all that biking and walking in before we left. By the time we're home I'll be in even better shape. Must be all that fresh air.
Many of the sites in Arches can be driven to, but some are seen only by hiking/walking. So we took it easy and did a combination of both.
As the afternoon shadows lenghtened, we decided to get an easy dinner, and went into the town of Moab. Moab looks like a cross between a wild west town and a village of micro Wal-Marts. Huge signs everywhere, hotels/motels/restaurants etc.etc.etc. After a day of not seeing another soul for literally miles and miles, it was quite a shock to the system. As was the Pizza Hut pizza we had for dinner. My advice, if you're ever in Moab, skip it.
Wood for fire tonight! Now the party's really going to start!
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