Greg says everyone will know it’s not him writing, but just for the record it’s me, Amy, aka Amelia, doing my second blog.
The drive from Cortez to Moab was beautiful the entire way. Fortunately, there was not an 11% grade as the Allstays app stated and had Greg fretting the night before and during the drive. To calm him down, I took over the driving at the half way point. There were only 6% grades and the most lovely rest stop we’ve been to so far. Some of you have seen a modified version of this as my new Facebook cover shot.
Rest stop south of Moab just past a tourist trap called Hole in the Rock. Air conditioned bathrooms and big shady trees. Plus two chatty guys that run the place.
After our delightful experience at the KOA in Cortez, we decided to give the KOA in Moab a try. It was not quite the same experience as Cortez.
Joe took Greg on a little ride to let him choose between two spots.
Site 45, before all the rental RVs start to show up every evening.
The views from our site were great as long as no one was in site 44.
“They have ’em stacked in like cord wood here,” said Greg repeatedly as the campground filled up every evening.
Have microwave will travel. Classic retired couple from Boron, CA traveling in a Tab.
So I have been wanting to return to Moab since we were here several years ago and I drove a big truck for the first time.
From our first trip to Moab with Birch and Mudd. I was actually between the white lines. We surmised all about the person that wrote the note and called each other fucker whenever we were parking.
As I excitedly changed my cog to make climbing on the slick rock easier, I found a gnarly crack in my frame. BUZZKILL. I rented a bike and we did three really fun rides: the Mag 7 trails, Slickrock, and Moab Brand Trails.
Just follow the white dashes.
Finally I got ahead of Greg to get an action shot! #whitecottontshirt
This is our favorite kind of terrain.
One evening we did the tourist drive through Canyonlands National Park. The ranger that took our $10 and flirted with Sara didn’t say anything about dogs not being allowed on most of the trails. We enjoyed the views anyway.
We took this picture from a dirt road that traveled along the rim, was really high up, close to the edge, and beyond scary for me.
We were treated to a spectacular sunset on our last night.
Queen of Moab KOA.
On our way to San Diego to replace my bike we spent the night at Stateline with a bunch of truckers and a few diesel pushers. Once upon a time I took Greg on that roller coaster and it scared the shit out of him.
Nice to have you be the voice of the blog, Amy. It’s good to get a woman’s perspective on things… occasionally. :-). Great pics. Love the Flintstones Facebook profile pic.
Great pictures and yes, I knew that was Amy writing.l…sorry Greg!
I enjoy both of your writing and of course each of
your voices are unique. Enjoy the writing as much as the pictures.