baom. That's "moab" backwards.

I will try my best to let the pictures speak for themselves. Try. Because I know it can get tiring reading a bunch of words on a page. However, I have been known to be long-winded. So all I can do is try. And don't give me this "There is no try, only do" Yoda crap. Because I'm trying.

I give you: Our adventures in Moab.

We drove down Saturday morning, and this was in the back seat:

The sun was too bright for her to see her little video game thingy, so she put the blanket over her head. About 10 minutes into it she realized that having a blanket-over-your-head + moving vehicle = car sick. She abstained from playing the video game any more on this trip. Instead she decided to whine and ask the ultimate question "Are we there, yet?"

We arrived around noon, and our friends Jeffrey & Sarah had scoped out and claimed an awesome camping spot for us. We hung out for a bit and hiked up to a rock.

[click any picture to enlarge, of course]

(Kennedy and her bff Jackson)


And this truck stopped by our camp site offering to sell wood for $5. How much wood, you ask? "As much as you can carry!", according to the man in the truck. Well, our good friend Jeffrey jumped into the truck to help load all the wood into Justin's arms. He wanted to get his money's worth.


Then we met up with our other friends (who stayed in a hotel) and drove up to Dead Horse Point (where the river curves around like a horseshoe).


Pic of the girls:

The whole gang:

We went back to camp, played around and made s'mores and "smeese's"! (Smeese's are when you use a Reese's pb cup instead of chocolate. Yum.)


And I saw a beautiful sunset.


In the morning we had pancakes, eggs and bacon. Kennedy and Jackson found "blueberries" and were making their own blueberry breakfast, courtesy of the nearby juniper bush. I'm so glad that Jackson came - it made it so much more fun for Kennedy.


We then went swimming at the hotel and then we went up to the famous Delicate Arch.

After hearing lots of "I can't walk anymore." "My legs don't work." "Carry me!" and "My feet are sore." (all from Kennedy- not Justin. He just said things like "MAN! This has GOT to be farther than 1.5 miles..."), we made it to the top. And it was well worth it.


The drive home was much quieter than on the way there. This is probably why: