After unpacking and hanging out on the terrace, we ventured out and wound up at the Moab Brewing Company for dinner. I had a cheeseburger and fries, with one of their delicious beers. I mentioned to the waiter that I love mustard. He brought me five varieties. Good food and drink, great service, and a gift shop made the Brewery a smart first stop. Make sure you get a t-shirt or other souvenir. I still wear mine many years later.

Our first task the next morning was a cruise down the Colorado on a Jet Boat Tour. The trip took us down a portion of the Colorado, south of Moab and just into Canyonlands. The rocks on one side of the river are often completely different from the other -- evidence of geologic artistry in every eyeful, including one cliff I swore looks like Simpsons characters. One favorite was Kettle Rock, so named because of a huge “handle” protruding off the rock face. We passed Thelma and Louise Point, the place they really shot the iconic end of the film.

We were allowed to get off the boat at one point and wander around. We found a few felled trees had been petrified, baked hard as stone by eons of blazing sun. One thing we noticed: no critters. We didn’t see one animal. I don’t even remember insects. It was 100+ degrees, so the desert dwellers must have been waiting for nightfall. On our way back, we saw ancient hieroglyphs painted by a native dweller long ago. We spied a rock climber scaling one of the behemoths. Not to my taste, but if that is your thing, Moab has you covered.

With evening approaching, we were ready for our Hummer safari. This was booked by accident. I had been looking for a sunset tour of Arches (which was unnecessary it turned out, since we had a car and could do this ourselves). We went along for the safari trip anyway and didn’t realize this would be the wackiest ride of our lives. The safari is on the slick rock above town. There are no roads. There are rocks. Huge Rocks. The “trail” is aptly named Hell’s Revenge. We bumped and bolted over these huge slabs and bowls, which part of the Colorado Plateau. It was insane. I took lots of pictures. One of them is just blue sky, because that’s all I saw at one point when the Hummer lunged up a hill. It was scary at times, but our driver was in full command of his vehicle, and we were completely safe. This area is extremely popular with mountain bikers.

Once we were safely back in town from our never (never) to-be-repeated adventure, we headed over to Eddie McStiff’s, enjoying an incredible prime rib on my birthday eve.

On my actual birthday, the Summer Solstice, we set out in our convertible and found Dead Horse Point State Park. If you have watched Westworld, you’ve seen it. Rising 2,000 feet above a gooseneck in the Colorado, this vista is stunning. The sheer magnitude of it all--the colors, the sharp curve of the river, and the magnificent canyons below and beyond are a sight to behold. It is named for stories about mustang roundups where the ponies not chosen supposedly leapt to their deaths, a gruesome legend about a wondrous place. Can you spot the White Horse?

Our last full day in town was packed with morning and afternoon adventures. Arches National Park, so named for over 2,000 stone archways, has features like The Devil’s Garden, Windows, and Balanced Rock. Delicate Arch, one of the best known of the formations, dwarfs all in its presence. We parked in the lot at the bottom of the trailhead and began our hike. It was 9 am, and already in the high 90s. Carefully placed cairns guide you up the to the arch, and once you reach it, nothing but “amazing” or “awesome” comes to mind once again. It’s truly spectacular. So much bigger than you think it will be when looking at photos, all puny humans are diminished by its splendor.

For our afternoon adventure, we were back on the Colorado, this time on a raft. Our guide was a local and knew the river well. I had opted for an easy ride, not knowing how I would take to it. We hit only hit one big rapid, but I absolutely loved it. We stopped for lunch and cooled off in the icy river. After baking in the 110-degree sunshine, it was perfect.

All too soon the trip was over. Moab remains the most incredible and unusual place I have ever been. I need to return to Utah. I want to explore the slot canyons in Zion, check out the hoodoos in Bryce, ride more rapids and maybe try rappelling.. I’m afraid of heights, but Utah has a way of challenging your assumptions about yourself. It genuinely is a place where you can discover who you really are.

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