Friday was a complete washout as a storm system moved in. It was cold and rainy off and on all day, pausing long enough for us to visit our favorite bartender to deliver homemade peanut butter and pumpkin dog cookies for her Great Pyrenees mix, Hilde. (We also stayed for a beer or two).
It snowed a little overnight, leaving a rapidly-melting inch or two on the valley floor Saturday morning. We connected with some friends from Salt Lake who were in town for a couple of days, taking them out for a late morning hike to Jeep Arch. They are jeepers themselves and come down to Moab for that, but they haven't done a ton of hiking. The trail to Jeep Arch was busier than H and I have ever experienced it - including a couple with three Underdog rescues (that Milton was thrilled to meet) and two sweet Underdog foster puppies (that H and I gladly held for a bit to help socialize). When we dropped into the wash for the walk out, however, we had that to ourselves. There was more water in the wash than we often see due to the recent precipitation but not so much that we were in danger of soaking our feet. That would have been unpleasant!
Hike stats: 4.00 miles; 1:42 / 2.3 m.p.h. moving average; 1:53 / 2.1 overall
And that was about it. H, Milton and I did a town walk Sunday morning and then we packed up and headed north. There was snow on the lawns but none to shovel - score one for the good guys.
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