until we meet again, moab

The problem with going to Moab is that eventually we have to leave Moab.  That was going through our minds Tuesday morning: we'd woken up early, like we usually do, but were reluctant to get moving because that would mean that we would have to begin the last day.  When we finally dragged ourselves out of bed, it didn't take long to pack up, eating PB&Js and bananas while we did so.

Wide open spaces

As per tradition, we stopped at MOAB Brand trails for our two MTB laps.  The cloudy skies had cleared and that gorgeous desert blue arced overhead.  At one point, when H and I were paused at a viewpoint, another couple around our age passed us; shortly thereafter, we stopped to help when the wife had somersaulted over her handlebars.  (She was a little banged up but ultimately fine.)

Look at that sky!  Also, the Gemini Bridges

road wraps around that bluff

We toasted Moab with a parking lot beer, then got on the road, once again stopping for burgers and fries at the wonderful Ray's Tavern.  Seriously, if you're ever in the neighborhood of Moab/Fruita/Green River, you have to stop.  Their burgers and fries are the bomb, and they even have veggie burgers, if you're so inclined. After that, it was north to home.  We had some post-vacation depression, of course, but it was greatly tempered by the fact that we already have reservations to go back in October.