Moab

The first of June me and Aaron bonded with Moab. Aaron had to do some business along the way and I got to tag along and get rewarded with Moab at the end. First of all let me set the record straight. I AM NOT A BIKER. No, it's not that I don't like it. It's because every time me and a bike are together tragedy or humiliation usually occurs. I prefer rollerblades any day of the week. But, being the nice wife that I am, and hearing how much I would "love this." I played along.

What did I think. Well, the first mile into slicrock, I told Aaron he should just shoot me or push me off a cliff - that would be a lot faster, less tormenting, dragged on, death. I'll even admit after a person informed us we were nuts not to have helmets (which I completely agree - I wish I was in football pads as well) because his friend just flipped over his bike and separated his shoulder I was completely frustrated. To the point of misty eyes. I couldn't die in a place that looked like this:

Don't get me wrong. The red rock was pretty and cool. But the view reminded me of where the Indians would send off their elderly members to wander and die. I had kids to take care of!

After a mile the path calmed down significantly. When I didn't fear for my life anymore, it was actually, somewhat fun.

That night we climbed up a huge rock and watched the sun set. I honestly can't remember the last time watching such a pretty sunset while camping. We camped under the stars and enjoyed every moment without kids and relaxing together. Camping is a lot more relaxing without kids. I'm glad to say I survived with only some sprained toes and ego. Thanks again to my mom for watching the kids. You're my hero!