Dave and I camped in Moab over Memorial Day weekend with some family & friends. All in all we had a fabulous time.
The low point of the trip was a few isolated moments on our first mountain bike trail. We ran into a convoy of 30 people each driving their own motorized contraption in a single file line. Just for reference, members of this group sported leather pants, sleeveless belly shirts (yes, the men too), tight perms, and camo bandanas. The demographics varied; so our guess is some backwoods family decided Moab would make a great reunion locale. Unfortunately they were novice drivers traveling at approximately 5 MPH (about the speed of us on our mountain bikes). So there was a lot of jockeying back and forth; fighting for trail time. Several times they stopped with no signs of moving, so we had to attempt a climb or decent past them, while their beady eyes bore down on us. They always stopped in the middle of the trail, right on top of the easiest route, leaving maybe 2 feet of clearance room past their vehicle. My 3 athlete companions made the passes seamlessly while I totally buckled under the spectator pressure. I wiped out HARD not once, not twice, but FOUR times with-in arms reach of the caravan. It was as if they were watching TV b/c their eyes were fixated on me, merely inches away, but they didn’t seek any interaction. You know, like ask “Are you ok? Do you need a Band-Aid to stop the bleeding? Would it help if me and my ridiculous posse moved to the right a little?” I was close to flipping one jeep off – but decided not to bring more shame upon myself.
The highlight of the trip was definitely the camera miracle. On day 3 we realized our camera was missing. After searching the jeep and campsite, we could only conclude it had fallen out of Dave’s pocket while driving the 15 mile dessert/dirt road to our campsite. (Note the jeep didn’t have doors on it, so the camera landed somewhere in the middle of the dessert while we traveled at 50 MPH). When we got home Dave called one of the visitor’s centers to ask if they had a lost & found. I still can’t quite believe it, but someone actually happened upon our black camera case in the middle of the dessert, thought to get off their bike or out of their jeep to pick it up, realized it was a new nice camera, hauled it to a visitor’s center probably 20 miles away, and turned it in. Definitely a Moab miracle.