Je regrette.
It's been busy though. Kids schedules are insane.
Swim team soccer 3v3 soccer basketball track.
I have been fortunate to stay on top of things as of yet, minus a minor hiccup that occurred while Beloved was on his second full-week business trip in a row.
The highlight of our Family Summer Holiday was to be a quick road trip to Moab, Utah. Moab is barely a day's drive away, really only about 6-7 hours. But we got a late start our first day (Sunday) and chose to spend the night in Grand Junction. We used Beloved's points and stayed at the Hampton Inn, which was pretty much par for the course in American travel. You got the fluffy leaf-patterned duvet, the poofy pillows, the shower curtain with the large white grommets. Not bad.
After our Continental breakfast (always fruit peanut butter toast cranberry juice and two cups of coffee) we buckled in for the last jaunt into Moab.
It was with a certain amount of anxiety that we drove into Moab. It was the end of June after all, and the overwhelming consensus of everyone we talked to was that Moab was going to be hot. Hawt. Hot. HahahaHahohohot.
And sure enough, upon looking it up on Weather.com the overall forecast was going to be
Sunday Hades
Monday Global Core
and Tuesday Equatorial Summer.
So, nicer by the start of the week ;).
Saturday night found me in my bedroom scowling over my pack list and in a bit of a snit about even having to go anyways it's going to be so HOT.
But I did. And it was hot. But I survived. And in the end we had a good time.
But not without its moments of utter terror.
The plan was to drive into Arches the first day of leaving Grand Junction.
It did not disappoint.
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| The Three Gossips |
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| This is about 40 minutes outside of Moab. |
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| The Tower of Babel |
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| Balanced Rock |
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| Skyline Arch? |
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| Hiking in to see Landscape Arch |
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| Landscape Arch. Due to a section of the arch calving off and shattering below, hiking underneath the arch is now prohibited. |
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| Wow is it hot. About 105. Lots of water on board. |
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| But it still makes for some purty pictures I believe |
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| Tank was totally in his element. He was scrambling over rocks, hiking up into all over the rock formations, and basically taking years off my life. But he loved it. |
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| The children trying to hike up into the crevasse where that rock is blocking the path. |
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| Meanwhile here's me trying to look pretty |
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| Tank chases a lizard into the underbrush. |
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| Pine Tree Arch. My personal fave :) |
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| The children see a roadside attraction that they must climb to explore. |
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| They free-climb into the back of this keyhole. I am on the other side of the ravine and it is about a 20 ft drop from their trail. Sometimes I just had to trust. |
Sunday night was spent getting camp set up. We found a site in Goose Creek, about ten minutes outside of Moab. The site we chose had two large trees on the south end of it and we set up our two tents under those.
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| Camp. Making spaghetti... |
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| Sunset |
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| western view. Goose Creek is a BLM site and has about 20 sites. At night a boat tour lights up the canyon walls for a night boat cruise. It's kind of neat. |
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| Beloved reading by camp lantern light. My favorite book of all time, 'Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand. He cannot put it down.
first mistake: setting up the rain fly. (If you say that in sort of a malevolent whisper it sort of captures how that decision impacted our evening). Dude. It's not going to rain. So chill with the plastic tarp and the Glad-lock seal action on your tent.
second mistake: not getting in the river to cool off. Silly girl. It's less than 500 yards away. Stop with your ninnying and get into God's golden answer for the overheated. The kids all went to the river and slept like kittens. Me? I slept like an overheated house cat. Big mistake. Lesson learned.
third mistake: trying to go to bed hot. Not like 'BringingSexyBack' hot, mind you, but rather going to bed intemperant and sweating. Honestly I was sweating in areas that I never knew I could. I felt like I had been coated in Vaseline and then laid to rest on a hot buttered down jacket (ie, our sleeping bag). It sucked. At about midnight to the sounds of my husband snoring blissfully I grabbed the car keys, undid the windows and crawled into the backseat of our Suburban. How desperate was I? I was asleep in an unlocked car with the windows down in a public campground off a major highway near a national park in my skivvies. I was desperate. I woke up pissed.
And after a fitful night's rest I unfolded myself from the back and got going with our day. Breakfast (after a dinner of spaghetti) was a bowl of Cracklin Oat Bran and a large glass of orange juice. Then nothing but gallons of water for the next 8 hours.
Canyonlands
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| Grand View Point. Pretty much a straight drop from where Rachel is walking. |
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| If it's an overlook someone has to throw something |
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| Bumpo looking very much at home. Notice the whistle 'round her neck. This whistle could prompt an entire other blog entry about compromise, trust and common sense. But that is for another day. |
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| Mesa Arch. |
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| Pretty sick. |
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| Mesa Arch again. There's my Doe. Had we taken the time to go to the Visitor's Center we would have learned that climbing across Mesa Arch is in fact strictly prohibited. Over 330 people have died from falling off this arch. Pretty much a straight drop down from where Doe is standing. |
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| So hey let's take the baby out on it. |
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| Tank chooses self-preservation and stays on more firma terra |
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| My picture idea. Yes Doe is jumping forward not straight up. Pretty much a straight drop from where Tank is sitting. |
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| I like this picture because I look skinny. That is all. |
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| Islands in the Sky |
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| Pretty much a straight drop from where Tank is |
I mean the pictures don't do it justice I loved how the clouds wheeling overhead would color the canyon.
It really was breathtaking. In a good way ;) And truthfully during the day the heat was tolerable. We used frog toggs around our necks and drank lots of water. It was not too bad. And we were shocked at how many tourists from around the world were there.
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| The girls climb up into an overhang. |
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| Running to catch up |
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| I like this picture. You can see the canyonlands behind Beloved. |
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| Beloved takes my phone-did I mention these pictures are all taken with my iPhone? Camera is kaput. Stands over a slot to get this picture. He says he could not see the bottom. Meanwhile Tank is jumping back and forth over it. Which then prompts another happy memory of me shrieking at Tank to STOP JUMPING OVER THE SLOTS. Doe takes takes umbrage at my parenting and I tell her to SHUT UP. Good times. |
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| Lots of hawks and ravens. |
After hiking around Islands in the Sky mesa and taking lots of pictures we decided we definitely needed to find a place to cool off after a long day of hiking. So we drive back down the highway about 20 minutes and find a small beach along the Colorado River. This. was. Heaven. There was just a breath of a current, shallow depth and cool but not cold water. Utterly refreshing and the perfect end to a blazing hot day.
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| Love these guys so much |
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| This is another great shot of the family. Including Beloved, who is *we think* shaking water out of his ear behind them. We all had to laugh at his expression. |
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| Tank has really gotten the hang of diving this summer. |
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| peaceful easy feeling. A few other small families close by. |
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| The perfect end to the perfect day. |
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| 21! |
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| An important life-skill....shuffling cards. |
Our last day of our trip to Moab was to highlight a slot canyon we had found online called Holeman Slot Canyon. This was apparently the only slot canyon we could find in Moab, and Doe had done some research to figure out how to get there. We had no map with "Holeman Canyon" on it and only the promise of a blogger's insight into how it can be found.
It ended up being a bit of a pucker, actually.
After driving for 35 miles on a dirt road onto the White Rim Loop, we started looking for Mineral Bottom Road.
Suddenly we were there. And it was not fun. And once I realized this was not fun we were down a steep incline on a single lane unpaved road with exposure to a nearly one thousand foot drop.
The road, having been washed out in a rainstorm in 2010, had been recently re-graded and was now open again for travel. Here's a picture of what the road looked like after the washout.
This road is a popular destination for mountain bikers and believe it or not there is a boat ramp about halfway down the canyon. But don't be fooled-this is an intense little drive of at least 6-8 switchbacks on a one lane unpaved red narrow dirt road. The road is carved into the steep side of the valley and many of the switchbacks feel as if they are on top of each other. Meaning the canyon felt very very steep.
Driving our Suburban down there I suddenly started experiencing a panic attack. We're talking teeth-chattering, arms shaking tears a-flowing panic attack. As we would drive the roadway in front of us was dropping off, literally stones and chunks of the road were peeling away from the edge as we were bumping along the ridged road.
This video gives a pretty fair assessment of what the experience was like. Here's a link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUMUOvGi9sY
(particularly at 1:13 for a true fright). Keep in mind this video was filmed in 2013, after the regrade.
Now this is a road that had been suggested for 4WD vehicles, and obviously our Suburban is 4WD. But it is also not unlike driving an Abrams tank onto a donkey trail. By the time we got to the trailhead (about 10 minutes later) I was a blubbering mess. I was utterly terrified. I'm not ashamed to admit it. And the knowledge that there was no other way back out of the canyon except up that same trail filled me with abject fear. I literally thought of walking back up the road and not getting back in the car. Yes the road was plenty wide at spots, but again, as you are going down the canyon on the passenger side of the car, you cannot open your car door without plummeting nearly a thousand feet into the canyon. It is just that narrow. (I love how the video author writes "good road but lots of exposure"-exposure to sheer dropoffs!). The knowledge that I was going to be on the inside of the roadway, closest in to the mountain, helped some, but still...if the Burb was going to go off the roadway, I'd still be going down with the ship.
After I calmed down and we were all buttered up with sunscreen and each carrying our two bottles of water and Beloved with his PackH20 I thought we were relatively prepared for our trip into the Canyon. We had looked on the map and figured that the trail split that would take us to Holeman Slot Canyon was about an 30 minutes of walking in on the trail. The trail was flat and no elevation gain, but also no shade.
The temperature at the canyon floor was 107.
Mom made some rules. Kids stay on the trail the entire time. We do not stray off the trail for anything. We walk in for thirty minutes total and if there is not trailhead (there was no signage for the slot canyon) we turn around and go back directly the way we came in. There would be no discussion. It was 11 oclock, and we planned on turning around at 12. Fine.
12 rolls upon us. No slot canyon. The trail split- Doe insists- is where that junction is up ahead, and could we please just go a little further. Signs of snake and lots and lots of buzzards in the air. After my boo hoo at the car I didn't want to be the total buzzkill of the way so we walked in for an hour. The trail curves to the right and Doe is adamant- the slot canyon is off the trail to the left where there was a canyon and it looked like it narrowed. She scrambles off the investigate, all the while whining that I am demanding she stay within eyesight. Meanwhile, Tank is scrambling above us on the rocks overhead. She walks in for five minutes. No sign.
Let's get back on the trail. Back on the trail a Forest Service truck pulls up alongside. The two men look a little worried. They act a little worried. Mention that they saw our lone car at the trailhead and went in to find us.
Beloved mentions that we are looking for Holeman Slot Canyons. Ranger looks at him as if he is speaking dog and says "That canyon is about 35 miles away on the opposite end of this valley". He then asks if we want a ride back to our car. Since it was only an hour back on the road we said No, we're okay, and Yes, we have plenty of water.
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| Run Forrest Run ;) |
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| Here's our car at the trailhead. Note the little notice I left scrawled on the back window. Hey 127 Hours scared me. |
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| Road restricted. Beloved determines we could have driven in further about 15 minutes, taking at least a mile off our walk. |
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| Cut for sign. That is the sign for snake. |
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| Green River. We saw no sign of the river for the first 25 minutes or so of our walk. |
But not first without a little stop in the Green River to cool off...
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| Tank has become quite the diver this summer. I am in awe of his fearlessness! |
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| It's hot. We're about 30 minutes from our car at this point. |
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| Tank . He was starting to slow down substantially at this point. Starting to worry me a little... |
We made it back to the car. Here's the temp reading from the car.
Cool amphitheatre-esque rock formation on the way back up out of Mineral Bottom.
The drive back up was easier for me. I was on the inside of the road this time, and found a towel to cover my eyes. While the jostling and jumping of the car and the sharp turns still caused my bowels to protest, the end result was we popped out of the canyon with no permanent damage. And believe it or not, some day we might even laugh about it.
But in retelling the story to a friend she remarked that she could get me a prescription for Lorazepam on our next excursion. After Mineral Bottom we drove to a gas station, picked us some snacks for the drive back to NoCo, and made the long drive home.
We stopped in Dillon for dinner. A nice sunset and great way to end the day.
One: sleeping under the stars is not an invitation to be robbed or attacked with a hatchet by a crazed hitchhiker.
Two: depending on a blog to tell you where the Holeman slot canyon is in Utah is probably not the best decision.
Three: Go to the visitor center to learn about climbing around on Mesa Arch.
Four: If a ranger offers you some free water as you are hiking in 107 degree heat, better take him up on that offer.
And finally Five: Try to be less fearful. Sit back and enjoy the ride.
And if the view makes your head swim and stomach drop, grab a dishtowel and drop a Lorazepam.
You won't regret it.
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