finale (sort of)

When Sunday rolled around, the inevitable had happened: we had to go home.  But first, more MTBing!  After packing up, we left for the MOAB Brand trails around 9, since that is our traditional last-day ride.  It was 75 F and glorious.  The parking lot was pretty busy but we really didn't see many people, other than a tour group who let us pass when one of their members got stuck in a cattle guard.  (For the record, I always walk that particular cattle guard.)  We did our usual loops, then paused for refreshment afterwards, admiring all the dogs and vans parked nearby.

That's Arches NP in the distance

After that, there was nothing left to do but give Milton his Dramamine, load the truck and head for home.  What a great week in Moab.  I already can't wait to go back.