Just arrived home from my third trip from Moab to Salt Lake and back in the past two weeks. This is not counting the day that we got back to Moab to discover that I had left my laptop at my mother's house and had to meet her half way that same day, but we won't get in to that. PS: my mom is the greatest mom in all the land.
The drive isn't so bad. It's roughly 3 1/2 hours (counting the time it takes to drive down the river road in to Moab) which I believe is just enough time to feel like a real road trip, but just short enough not to feel insurmountable. It helps that my favorite part of the drive is the stretch from Wellington to Green River, which I have found is most people's least favorite part of the drive. I've heard it called "desolate" and "boring", but to me, that stretch of highway is open and free and easy as pie. It blows by in no time.
In just a few short weeks, that drive has started feeling like an old friend, and I look forward to it more than anything. So today, on my trip back from my mom's 70th Birthday party this weekend, I stopped to take a few photos of some of my favorite land marks/spots along the drive.
Yes, that's a Filet-o-fish you see there in the passenger's seat. Don't judge.
Icicle-covered red rocks on the River Road
When I arrived home today, I turned the corner to make my final approach to the house when about 30 horses from the ranch next door all came running towards me. I pulled the car over and jumped out and said "Hi! Hi! Hello!" about a dozen times while they responded with several "pfbbbbp!" horse sounds like the ones little kids make - or that horses make. The dark brown one was the bravest and came the closest to me, standing to her side to get a good look at me with one eye. Notice the cute heart branding on her shoulder. Yes, I've decided she is a girl, and her name is Darla. Aah, it's good to be home.