Sometimes the adventure is in Moab. Sometimes the adventure is just getting there.
When we went down for the February long holiday weekend, our departure was dependent on work schedules. We were watching the weather pretty closely and although a storm rolled in around 11 a.m. on Thursday, we could only leave when we could leave. We checked the UDOT traffic cameras and while it was snowing up and over Soldier Summit, the roads looked clear from Wellington onwards. Normally, it takes us about 3.5 hours to get to Moab from Sandy. This time it took us 6.5 hours, with 2.5 hours of that on I-15 in Salt Lake and Utah Counties. That's forty miles. In 2.5 hours.
The gridlocked traffic cleared out once we got onto Route 6 in Spanish Fork canyon. There was snow on the road but there were clear channels for the wheels, not much traffic and it wasn't slippery. Slow and steady and we cleared off the headlights when we stopped for gas in Wellington. Where it was still snowing, by the way: it had taken us so long to get there that the storm had spread out further south. And it continued, all the way down to I-70. That was actually the best part - even though it was full dark, the precipitation mostly let up from Green River to the turn-off to Moab. And then it started raining, and continued raining all the way there. Which at least washed off some of the salty road slush. That drive was the longest it's ever taken us to get to (or from) Moab and was the longest car ride Milton had ever had. He was a little fidgety by the end but was (of course) a good boy.
The storm lingered a bit into Friday, with low clouds and off and on rain. A and Milton did just over five and a half miles on Pipe Dream where the first hour was dry and the second hour had rain, sleet and snow. We got soaked but luckily it wasn't too cold. H and A left Milt snoozing on the bed for a couple of late afternoon beers at Josie Wyatt's, and then all three of us caught up with our neighbor and her dog in the evening.
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