nine miles

 After a couple of days respite, even with some scattered rain, SLC was right back up in its nonsense with triple digits for the weekend.  This of course involved getting up with (or before) the sun to do outdoors things (walking, trail-running, road riding, weeding) and then hunkering down indoors with A/C and cold drinks, grumbling all the while.  

Summer is over when fireweed

blooms to the top

But on Sunday, A did her early morning walking up at Alta, this time putting together a nine mile effort.  I pulled into my parking spot around 6:40 a.m., noting 61F and fewer cars than the last time I was up there.  We're now 2-3 weeks past peak wildflowers and that (thankfully) has cut down on the number of photo shoots and looky-loos.  I mean, it's still busy but it's not quite as busy.

Flax (maybe)

Since I was looking to do nine miles, my route was like last time (8 miles) except that I would take the high road to Cecret Lake (adding another .5 miles) and going out and back a little bit up atop Supreme to make the mileage.  After two miles, I'd seen three mule deer, four hummingbirds and one fake "service dog."  No brides, though.  Just over three miles got me to Catherine's Pass and the sky was noticeably smoky - not terrible but definitely a yellow/gray tinge.

New Roka sunglasses (old everything else)

At the top of Supreme, I did a .25 mile out and back on the trail up to Devil's Castle, turning around just when it started to get some exposure.  On my way back, I passed a couple of hikers who were intending to do Devil's Castle; I wished them well and did not at all wish I was going with them.  Five miles found me halfway down Rock N Roll, just before turning off the cat track/dirt road onto the hiking/MTBing trail that goes under the Apron to the lake.  I had to pause for a couple of minutes there under the Apron when a very brave pika ventured within a couple feet of me.  Unfortunately I didn't get a photo - I didn't want to move and startle the little guy - but SO CUTE.  Bigger than a hamster but smaller than a guinea pig, and looking like a cross between a mouse and a rabbit.

Definitely a tinge of smoke

6.2 miles brought me to not-so-Cecret Lake and the hordes of people on its shores and making their way up and down the rocky switchbacks.  It is fantastic that the mountains are so close to the city (that's why we moved here, of course) but I sure do wish some of these folks understood trail etiquette.  I couldn't get out of there fast enough.  Luckily, it was all downhill and I finished up the last miles without incident, getting back to the car with a distance of 9.05 miles and a time of 3:36.  A bottle of Gatorade, a sneaky beer and a packet of trail mix later, there was nothing left to do but go back down into the heat.  Can I put together ten miles next weekend?

Flowers holding on at higher elevations

pie and beer weekend

Here in Utah, July 24th is Pioneer Day, the state holiday celebrating the Mormon pioneers' arrival in 1847.  For the non-Mormons among us, it is known as Pie and Beer Day and is a welcome day off from work.  Since it fell on Friday this year, we of course loaded up the car with t-shirts and the dog and went off down to Moab.  "In July?" you say, "isn't Moab stupid-hot in July?"  Well, yes, it did hit 106F but in all honesty, it really wasn't that much cooler in SLC, thanks to the heat dome parked over the west.

Morning light against the cliffs

The heat just means you have to get up and get going early, if you're of a mind to do things outdoors.  On Friday, while H did a five mile trail run, A and Milton drove to Millcreek Canyon for a four mile hike.  The creek is still flowing, but not a lot.  We made sure to be out the door by 6 a.m., getting to the trailhead before the sun had come up over the La Sals.  This time of year, if you go early enough, this hike keeps you out of the sun until the last quarter mile or so, so it's a good one with dogs.  After the trail time, H and A got on their road bikes for a 21 mile ride along the river/up to Arches NP/back along the river.  It was a bit too late in the morning for A, however, who struggled with the growing heat.

Total goober

So on Saturday, H did a six mile trail run, and then did a solo road ride (20 miles), while A and M returned to Millcreek for a 5.8 mile hike.  This time we went up the canyon a little further, crossing over to the other side (and flailing somewhat through the prickly plant matter) for the walk back down canyon.  We paused to chat with another hiker and throw a ball for his rescue dog (Milton watched, completely baffled as to why anyone would want to chase and retrieve a ball), and then chatted briefly with our neighbor A and her dog.  She was getting an admittedly late start and decided to bail out on Millcreek and instead drive up into the mountains for a hike to Clark Lake.

Art shot!

Sunday qualified as a partial rest day in that none of us went out on foot (other than an on-leash neighborhood walk for Milton).  But H and A got on their road bikes and did another 20 miles on the bike path.  Since we hadn't gone hiking/running first, we were able to start before 7, which definitely helped with the heat.  A was faster than she'd been on Friday (but by no means fast).

Goober in motion

Other weekend activities included reading, crossword puzzles and drinking beers with friends.

csa days: boxes the third and fourth

 Ask any Utah farmer (of human food, not the alfafa farmers who take more than their fair share of water, grow hay and sell it to China for their cattle) and they'll tell you that 2026 has been a rough year.  The super warm March that caused the stone fruit trees to blossom early, only to lose those blooms - and nearly the whole stone fruit crop - with subsequent hard frosts.  The little-to-no rain we've had.  And now the really hot summer with multiple triple-digit temperatures in northern Utah, making the food crops ready faster, but also shortening the season for cooler weather veg, like lettuces.  Even now, the green beans and corn are tougher sooner.  But I'm still proud to support local growers through our CSA and am excited every week to see what we get in our boxes.  It encourages creativity in meal planning and keeps money local.

Regular carrots this time

Our third box had a good, if on the verge of overripe, cantaloupe, carrots, apricots, donut peaches, green beans, five (!) ears of corn, a cucumber, a zucchini and sugar snap peas.  We ate the corn and beans ASAP, of course; and had the peas, still in their pods, sauteed in a ginger sauce with tofu and rice.  The melon and cucumber got eaten and the stone fruit was flash-frozen for baking later.

I prefer regular watermelon to yellow,

but we'll make it work

Box #4 contained a yellow watermelon, a cantaloupe, four ears of corn, green beans, pickling cucumbers, a couple of squashes, regular peaches and donut peaches.  Again, the corn and beans were consumed immediately.  The melons were chunked up and about half the watermelon was flash-frozen for margaritas, while the rest were eaten - sweet enough for dessert.  The squashes were shredded and flash-frozen (I'm imagining zucchini bread, cornbread filled with zucchini and zucchini fritters, all when it gets cool enough to cook).  Still haven't come up with something for the little cukes: there are only a handful of them, so maybe a very small batch of refrigerator pickles.

eight miles

Continuing with my plan to up my miles, I returned to Alta on Saturday morning for an eight miler.  I prefer to go on Sundays (slightly fewer people because of church) but this weekend, if I wanted to go to Alta, I had to got Saturday.  The second weekend of the Wasatch Wildflower Festival had arrived, you see, with festitivites at Snowbird on Saturday and at Alta on Sunday.  It's a madhouse enough up there right now without involving festival goers.

Wasatch penstemon

I pulled into a parking spot above the Albion base area at 6:40 a.m., just me and dozens of other cars.  The route was the same as last time, plus a little extra to get my miles in.  I walked up the Summer Road to the gate, polishing off my bagel as I went.  Then it was up through the Albion meadows: no moose this time and only three bride photo shoots.  

Western coneflower

At the Catherine's Pass trailhead, I continued on up to the pass.  Hiker traffic dropped way off up there, away from the fields of sunflowers, lupine and penstemon.  There were still plenty of flowers, however, and the ones that are more my favorites, like sulphur buckwheat, anemones and elephant's heads.  The gentian spikes were tall but the flowers hadn't opened yet.

Paintbrush, sulphur buckwheat and

unopened anemones

There were a handful of other hikers at the pass, so I said good morning and continued on up.  That next bit, from Catherine's Pass to the trail junction to Sunset Peak, is such a slog: steep and sandy.  At least there's some shade.  At that trail junction, I turned west(ish) and walked along the top of Catherine's Area to the top of Supreme.

Columbine

When I got to the ski trail junction of Big Dipper and Rock N Roll, I turned off the access road and took the Devil's Castle loop hiking/MTBing trail.  I really like this bit as it goes under the Apron: it's green and shaded and the hard packed dirt trail winds among the boulders.  Just past the Apron there's a split in the trail: go high to Cecret Lake or go low.  I went low, to hit my mileage exactly (and also to avoid the hordes of people I knew would be on the Cecret Lake trail.

Tiny bit of snow in the Apron still

After pausing to admire a big mule deer doe, I came out on the main trail at the bottom of the campground, then did a short stretch on the Summer Road before jumping on Home Run.  I prefer to go up through the meadows on the main trail and then down on Home Run: it's not as steep and usually has fewer people.

She was much more skittish

than the three bucks last weekend

When I got back to the car (8.09 miles, 3:02 hours), both the upper and lower Albion lots were full and there were at least 40 cars in line, hoping to drive to the upper lots.  I hid behind the car to change my shoes (so no waiting motorists could hassle me for my parking spot) and then got the heck out of there.  

Little creek winding through a mountain meadow

As much as I love the Wasatch's wildflowers, I can't wait for August when they're all past their prime and crisped up.  The Instagrammers largely go somewhere else then.

Fireweed

The rest of the weekend?  Some food prep and chores, and also going to 'Bout Time to watch the third place (FRAvENG) and final (SPAvARG) matches of the World Cup.  What will we watch now?

csa day: box the second

 The CSA folks have said that produce is coming in fast and furious, ahead of schedule because of the intense heat.  The lettuce is pretty much done, bolting in the heat, and the corn is a couple of weeks early.  On the plus side, we did get some of that local lettuce, which is nice what with the current diarrhea parasite infesting bagged lettuce throughout the U.S. right now.  (This is the dumbest timeline.)

We got: a huge head of romaine lettuce, cherries, sugar snap peas, apricots, two bunches of green onions, four zucchinis (sigh), three summer squashes (double sigh), rainbow carrots and two corns.  I gave away a couple of zucchinis and squashes (seeing how we still had some from last week) and then shredded and froze 3.5 cups of additional zucchini.  I shelled and froze the peas (I know you can eat the pods but I prefer shelled peas) and the carrots.  And then we ate everything else fresh - it's too hot to cook.

Those are some funky carrots

seven miles

 Oooh it was hot-hot-hot in SLC this weekend.  I had been planning to do a seven mile hike (wanting to get back into longer treks this summer), and thus headed up to Alta a little after 6 a.m. on Sunday, hoping to get ahead of the heat and the crowds.  I managed one out of two: when I rolled in around 6:30, I joined dozens of other vehicles - many of whom were professional photographers and their subjects (so many bridal party shoots ugh), hoping to catch the morning light on the Wasatch's amazing wildflowers.

New shoes from Salt Lake

Running Company

Despite the dearth of snow this last winter, the wildflowers are going off right now, just in time for the two weekends of the Wildflower Festival.  Alta's Albion Meadow is in full bloom right now, with sunflowers and primrose and catmint (or horsemint, I can never tell) and lupine and paintbrush and primrose.  If you do go up, please PLEASE stay on the paths and don't cross the ropes, and PLEASE PLEASE don't pick the flowers.

The meadow

After pausing to watch a cow moose roaming through lower East Greeley, I got up to the Catherine's Pass trailhead.  I only saw one other person on this section of trail, thankfully, but did see a marmot, tons of potgut squirrels and three brave mule deer bucks.  The older one, with an impressive, still-velveted rack of antlers, watched me closely but calmly; the two younger ones didn't seem to pay any attention.  I advised them to be a little more skittish come fall hunting season.

Watchful

There were a handful of other hikers at Catherine's Pass (it took me a bit over an hour to get up there, a little longer than usual due to flower and deer photos), and then I ground it out - gasping at the altitude as it has been eight months (!!) since I've been up there - to where the trail splits for Sunset Peak and Supreme.  I did pass a guy, younger than me, in that section though.

Wall in the Wasatch

From there, it was across the top of Catherine's Area to Supreme, and then down through the campground (full) and the meadows, this time on the Homerun trail.  When I got back to the car, there were thirty cars in line, hoping to get to drive up to the upper parking lots; there was plenty of parking down at the Albion base area, however, so they really should have just gotten out and walked.

Scarlet gilia (not so scarlet)

Hike stats: 7.35 miles, 2:43 hours.  Successfully broke in my brand new shoes too.

Deep rose paintbrush (fave color)

And a quick recap of the rest of the weekend, where the high temperatures reached 104F:  Saturday, A and M did five miles in Dimple Dell, while H ran 5 miles and road biked sixteen; A and H weeded; A made apricot-peach jam; A and H went to a local sports bar to watch the Norway vs England World Cup match.  On Sunday, H did a shorter run and ride, then he and M had a good neighborhood walk (including treeing a squirrel, getting barked at by four small dogs and getting buzzed by a hawk).

7.35 miles later

riding and hiking

 Saturday was the Fourth of July and the massive (lol) Moab Independence Day parade finishes up right in front of our street.  This means that by 9 a.m., you're either stuck in there, wanting to get out, or stuck out there, wanting to get in.  Luckily, the parade only lasts about 15-20 minutes so you're not stuck (either way) all that long.

Here comes the sun

But we got up and got going as a family, arriving at the Amasa Back trailhead not long after 6 a.m.  H and M did a four mile trail run while A did a six mile hike.  It was super pleasant down in the completely dry Kane Creek wash, which was totally shaded at that time of day.  We were the second vehicle in this parking lot, with the other belonging to BASE jumpers who'd gotten an even earlier start than we had.  The runners did an out and back; A also did an out and back, since six miles was the distance goal and I couldn't remember if our regular Hymasa MTB trail/Amasa Back 4x4 trail loop would get me there - I didn't want to have to trudge around the parking lot to hit my distance goal.  Obviously, H and M finished up first, and sat in the shade of the truck, reading and watching the BASE jumpers land successfully.

#antifascist

We got back home just minutes before the police shut down our street for the parade.  We didn't watch it this year - when you've seen it once, you've seen it for all times - but we did walk down to Dave's for coffee, marveling at all the people who did come out to see it.

M and A surprised three baby raccoons

on our walk; the mama just waddled

away into the underbrush, unconcerned

On Sunday, A and M did a three mile town walk and then the two people did a 25 mile (21 for A) road ride.  Same route, same level of traffic, same bugs.  One thing that was different: the Rock Shop owners have rerouted and are improving a spring that crosses their property, such that water is available for passersby.  We chatted with the man who was doing the rock work and he invited us to refill our water bottles, and then come back anytime with jugs.  The springwater wasn't cold but it tasted good.  And we thought it was awfully neighborly for them to make it available to folks.

hiking and riding

After A got back from her back-east/family trip, during which H and Milton got to spend ten days in Moab (not all fun and games: H had to work during the week), we all had four days at home in SLC before heading right back to Moab for the long holiday weekend.  As is evident in this blog, we go to Moab for all the long weekends, if we can, and tend to try to stretch them out by a day or two as well.  This time we went down Thursday afternoon and came back Monday afternoon.

All these teeny lizard tracks in the sand

It got hot (but not as hot as it's gonna get) down there, with temperatures increasing through the weekend.  So we made sure to get up and get going early, so that Milton could accompany us on all the Milton-accessible activities.  And when it got hot in the afternoons, we left him snoozing in his crate at home while we went to a bar to watch the World Cup group stage games.

Dunno what this one is

On Friday, while H did a two mile trail run, A and M went to Millcreek Canyon.  We got there a little after 6 a.m., just as the sun was coming up, and were the second vehicle in the parking lot.  We did our usual four mile loop - out along the rim trail, then dropping down into the canyon just above the cowboy hot tubs, then walking out along the creek.  The water is low but still flowing.  We didn't see anyone until we got below the creek juncture, and even then it was just a handful of folks.  

This one's a paintbrush

Tourism is down this time of year: people who live in Utah and Colorado know that it's just too hot for activities, so it's mostly Europeans or folks from back east who don't know any better/are locked into summer travel because of schedules.  We have friends in the hospitality industry and I know they worry during the slow season.  But gosh, for those of us who don't like crowded trailheads, this is nice, despite the early morning starts.

This one's a goofball

After the trail time, and before it heated up too much, H and A did a 21 mile road ride, along the river / up past Arches NP, back along the river.  There were very few people on the bike path but there were quite a few noseeums - ick!

csa day: box the first

 We get our summer CSA from Tagge's Famous Fruits & Vegetables.  This year, they - and literally all of the northern Utah fruit farms and orchards - were decimated when we (1) got an unusually warm stretch in March, which convinced all the fruit trees to blossom early, and then (2) got two wicked cold snaps, which killed off all the flowers.  The trees all survived (and may be doing well now that all their energy goes into growing leaves and roots, instead of fruit) but you need flowers to get fruits, so northern Utah is having a "fruit famine."  Like, all the best stuff like peaches, nectarines, plums, apricots and cherries, and later, pears and apples.  The berries apparently survived better, being easier to cover, perhaps.  But it's a sad season for those of us (A) who love stone fruit.  

Tagge's rallied as best they could, making arrangements with growers in more temperate, coastal regions, to bring in what fruits they could.  But I fear it will be a long summer of squash.

Lettuce and carrot tops not pictured

In our first box we got: red leaf lettuce, cherries, apricots, snap peas, cucumbers (2), zucchini (2), summer squash (2), rainbow carrots and radishes.  The lettuce and radishes were salad-bound; I blanched and froze the carrots (for soup) and peas (for eating); made pesto out of the carrot tops; we had more peas, with cucumber and spiralized zucchini in a veggie bowl with brown rice and peanut sauce; we gave away the other cucumber in exchange for neighbor muffins; ate the cherries; froze the apricots for pie filing (not the best for fresh eating but just fine for that).  Oh, and shredded the rest of the squash - even though there's still some in the freezer from last summer.  Oops.

how many placeholders can we post? several, apparently

 This is another not-a-real post, this time without a photo of Milton snoozing.  A was back east for a bit for family stuff, while H and M held down the fort in smoky Moab.  And when we all got back to SLC ... the internet was out.  For days.  So this is a sneakily-posted post from A's work, just to say that this blog has not been abandoned and we'll be back as soon as we're up and running.  Whenever that might be!

snooze

 This isn't a real post.  This is just Milton, reminding you to get enough sleep and stay hydrated.

Supervising the neighborhood is exhausting

Hopefully some real posts coming soon!

pump up the jam

Sunday was perhaps even more soporific than Saturday (are you noting the ironic post titles?).  I really did intend to go up to Alta, to see if any flowers had started and at least get some non-walking-around-the-neighborhood content, but I really, really didn't want to drive.  Gas is so expensive, y'all.  And I drive 30 miles a day during the week for my commute - it's not the longest commute but it's long enough.

Tall grasses

It was less busy on our Dimple Dell walk (church people gotta go to church) but we did meet a couple of nice dogs.  And the bird-watching was good: a couple of western bluebirds, some hummingbirds and that black and white fellow from my last post that I couldn't identify, along with all the usual suspects (jays, doves, California quails, finches, chickadees, etc.).  Milton had an exciting encounter with a dog-savvy cat on the other side of a chainlink fence, plus four squirrels, so I think you can say it was a successful walk all around.

While we were doing that, H was sweeping out the garage (not that it needed it oh my heck), mowing the lawn and doing laundry.  I did some food prep (overnight oats and green smoothies for the next two days; a batch of arugula pesto, because I bought an enormous bag of arugula from Trader Joe's; and tahini sauce to go with falafel (more Trader Joe's ) for dinner.

The sunflowers are coming!

It was beautiful all weekend, a little windy maybe, but sunny and bright and not too hot, not yet.  Sunday evening saw us doing a little more tailgating, just to bug the neighbors.  Gotta keep the standards low around here, don't you know.

rager

 I had big plans going into this latest weekend.  We were staying put in SLC once again, but I was fixing to hit the Capital City Antique Mall on my way home from work on Friday, then swing by the neighborhood* Catholic church's annual indoor garage sale Saturday morning, and even drive up to Alta for a non-Dimple Dell walk, since there's not really any snow lingering up there.  But when I cut out of work a little early Friday, I didn't feel like shopping - so there went the antiques place.  And on Saturday, after Milton's and my walk, I just couldn't face being with people - so there went the church garage sale.  I've got some travel coming up and so I just want to be home now.  

So M and I did our Dimple Dell walk, getting out on Saturday around 6:30 a.m., to take advantage of the cool morning; there were lots of other dog walkers and runners out there too.  Back at home, I washed windows, weeded a little, swept the patio and put out the patio furniture while (a) Milton basked in the sun on the driveway and (b) H worked on some bike repair, after his commuter RadPower bike blew an innertube on his way home Friday.

Bigger than a chickadee, slightly smaller

than a robin, loud three-note (short/short/long)

song.  Name that bird (because I can't)?

After doing all the prep work for dinner (Mediterranean lentil salad, sub sunflower seeds for pistachios), we turned the lawn sprinklers on finally (it's very, very dry, but we are determined to water only enough to keep our one shade tree alive) and tailgated for a little bit, keeping an eye on World Cup scores via the BBC.

* So many churches within walking distance in our neighborhood: three Mormon churches, a Lutheran church and the Catholic church.

more city livin'

 Another SLC weekend that was busy enough that it flew by, but nothing much to share.  It got hot-hot-hot for the end of the week into the weekend, too hot for M to accompany me on any after-work walks  Saturday was rather unpleasant, actually, getting up above 90F by midafternoon, with lots of wind.  Not a fan of hot, gusty wind.  But we all got up early and did our walks/road rides before the heat settled in.  

Smells so good

After that, it was chores, including stripping the leaves from a whole lot of oregano I'd cut from our disaster of a backyard.  Along with the weeds, there are a number of oregano plants that self-seed and spread (and I would be happy if it completely took over), despite the utter neglect we show it.  It's best to harvest oregano before it flowers - otherwise it can be bitter - so I'd done that the weekend before and spread it out to dry for a week.  I had enough to last us the year, plus give away four bottles of it so I felt very homestead-y by the time it was done.  Plus the kitchen smelled great.

At 4 p.m., we gussied ourselves up (Hawaiian shirt for H, Pride penguin shirt for A, and both of us with our FDT bracelets) and went to our friends' 2026 backyard Pride Party.  As always, it is super-fun: E and K run a good party and they have very nice friends.  We stayed for three hours, got to reconnect with some folks we know and talk with some strangers, patted a bunch of dogs, and were home before 8.   Happy Pride, everyone!

city livin'

 I'm afraid that outdoors activity content is a little thin on the ground around here these days.  We've been up in SLC for the last few weeks and while we're making sure to get active outside, it has taken the form of 3-5 mile Dimple Dell walks with Milton for me and trail runs/road rides for H.  Plus lots of weeding, which is technically an outdoor activity and one that leaves my back absolutely wrecked.  With the super-mild winter we had, it never got cold enough to shut the weeds down for the season and they are absolutely rampant; I have managed to get the north side of the house somewhat under control but the backyard?  Yikes.

No truer words

Anyway.  A couple of weekends ago, R, H's friend from high school, and his youngest son, M, were back in Utah for a soccer tournament.  They were playing teams from all over the country at the Regional Athletic Complex near Rose Park, in SLC.  H and I drove up there and watched M's last game of the tournament with R.  They were catching a redeye flight back to North Carolina and had several hours before they had to go back to their rental to pack up, so R suggested we go somewhere M could get some food and we adult types could get a beer.  To be honest, H and I were stymied as to where to suggest - we always go to bars, and M, being fourteen, can't do that - but R said they'd been to a place in SLC called the Woodbine Food Hall and that there was something for everybody.  The two of them didn't mind going back so off we went.

Not the Woodbine Food Hall

The Woodbine Food Hall, located in the Granary district, is in a wonderful, old, restored warehouse and is awesome.  It's got all kinds of vendors (pizza, sandwiches, BBQ, burgers, ramen, sushi/Burmese, Venezuelan street food and more), plus a separate bar (not yet open at the time we were there).  A number of the vendors also sell beer/wine but as they are "restaurants," you have to buy food to get booze.  That was easy: M got a fantastic margherita pizza and the others of us got beers.  It was really fun to sit with them and catch up, plus be surrrounded by a diverse group of people - something we don't really get day-to-day living in the suburbs.  When we left, all sorts of folks dressed in bowties and sequins began arriving at Woodbine on their bicycles: the Bike Prom was just getting underway.

A better look at that bike rack

After seeing R and M off with hugs, H and I thought, well, we've come all the way in town, we might as well try to find the reputed best dive bar in SLC.  We were looking for Willie's Lounge (1716 S.  Main Street) and we found it, and it was a great dive bar with friendly bartenders and a custom bike rack out front.  We also found Manny's (1704 S. Main Street), which is also a great dive bar with friendly bartenders - and it actually felt dive-ier than Willie's, due to the old school decor.   We love us a dive bar and now we know two new (to us) ones, should we ever want to make the trip downtown.

Does that not look like a dive bar?

memorial day weekend

 How the heck is it June already?  How are we halfway through the year and well on our way to the longest day of that year?  There's a saying that the days are long but the years are short and wow, is that the truth.

It's starting to get warm, even first thing in the morning

Surprising absolutely no one whatsoever, we three went to Moab for the recent Memorial Day long weekend.  We took a bit of a risk, deciding to go down Friday afternoon (chancing traffic heading south) but then returning Tuesday afternoon (avoiding the horrific holiday Monday traffic heading north).  Although there is a fair amount of road construction happening along Route 6 in Spanish Fork Canyon, the drive down Friday afternoon was no problem at all.  Whew!

Skies for days

The good thing about being in Moab for a long holiday weekend is that you're in Moab for a long holiday weekend; the bad thing is everyone else.  Keeping this in mind, we didn't stray too far afield, even going so far as to avoid Millcreek Canyon which usually gets hammered by visitors over this weekend.  Indeed, when we drove down from Sandflats on Saturday, we could see the Millcreek Canyon overflow parking extending to the new housing development out along the road.  Yikes.

New neighbor (about 12 inches long)

So we did these things: 

• Saturday: H and M did a Pipe Dream trailrun; then A and M did a Pipe Dream hike; then H and A did a road ride (25 miles for H and 23 for A); then we three had lunch up at the Slickrock trailhead, where M got peanut butter pretzels from a MTBer; then we went to Woody's; then we caught up with our neighbor.
• Sunday: H and M trail run; A and M hike; H and A road ride (H 25; A 21); then we met our friend C at Woody's where there was an intense discussion about how to rid one's home of invading raccoons; then A and M did a neighborhood walk to check out the vulture tree; and we learned we have a cute little gopher snake (bull snake?) in the irises in our neighbor's front yard.
• Monday: A and M did a neighborhood walk; H and A did a road ride (H 25; A 23); and in the afternoon we three went to the Spitfire dog-friendly patio where we were THRILLED to learn that our favorite bartender is back in town - it's been like a year since we've seen her.
• Tuesday: H and M trail run; H and A road ride (H 25; A 21) and it was very windy.

Then we drove home in the early afternoon and were sad that the holiday weekend was over.  But glad that we'd had a good time of it. 

Day drinking is exhausting

spring break (back half)

 Wednesday:  Some weather actually moved in and it was cold and rainy in the morning.  Still, H and Milton did their short trail run, managing to get back before it really started raining, although they did get caught in it coming back from Dave's.  When it had dried up. A and M went out for a six-miler on Pipe Dream, while H did a solo road ride.  50s is too cold for me for biking but just fine for hiking.  After an chill afternoon of reading, A and H walked over to our friends C and F's house for some yard beers and good conversation.  The fact that they are dealing with an infestation of attic raccoons made for a lively discussion.

Desert days

Thursday: After H and M did another short trail run, A and M headed over to Millcreek for a hike that was not along Pipe Dream.  We were the first ones in the parking lot but there were several vehicles there by the time we got back.  There is water in the creek but, due to the record-low snow levels, it is way under where it should be this time of year.  Still, Milton enjoyed himself quite a lot, splashing and wading in the creek.  From there, H and A did their road ride - it was a gorgeous day and NO wind.  We took Milton out for patio beers at the Spitfire in the afternoon and he scored a piece of bacon from another customer who had been saving it for her own dog, but who just couldn't resist giving it to ours.  That evening, we made sheet pan gnocchi and roasted veggies and took it over to our neighbor for dinner together.

Prickly pear (or just prickly?)

Friday:  The weather had been quite nice all week, rainy Wednesday notwithstanding, but now it was starting to get quite a bit warmer, pushing up into the middle 80s.  H and Milton did a trail run on Pipe Dream; then A and Milton did a hike on Pipe Dream; then H and A did their road ride.  We did go out to Woody's for a quick beer, but swung by the first Arts & Ag market of the summer over at shady Swanny Park.  

Serious thorns

Saturday:  By Saturday, Milton was definitely showing some cumulative fatigue.  Still, he did a short trail run with H and a town walk with A.  He didn't even complain that much when H and A set out for their road ride.  The afternoon was spent weeding, changing smoke detector batteries, and one last beer at Woody's - where another patron left $20 in the jukebox for us to play.  

In his happy place, on a trail

Sunday:  And then it was done.  We did a shorter (16 mile) road ride, moped around, cleaned the house, moped around, packed the truck, moped around, and drove back to SLC.  Vacation over.

Now that's a view