Moab Diary
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Moab Diary
Tuesday, April 6, 2004
The first thing that greeted us when we got to town was some graffiti on a wall: "Gas guzzling is unpatriotic." Isn't that special. So is spray-painting someone else's wall, moron. And if it was the actual property owner who painted that, on their own wall? Spring for something professional-looking, and maybe you'll get taken seriously. But, probably not. Calling me names and impugning my patriotism is not a good way to talk me into listening to your position and changing my mind about anything. And yes, I realize that I called the graffiti artist a moron, but that's because I know that logic completely eludes people like this and I'm not trying to persuade them of anything.
I mean, okay, I'm forty years old. I remember the gas shortages of the 70's. We had lines, and gas stations were running out of fuel, and they had odd and even days that you could fill up your tank. Do we have any of that now? No? Then shut up. If I'm willing to blow a buck eighty a gallon for a tank of gas and then go hit a trail with it, it's none of your damb business. It's my wallet, after all, and I'm not breaking any laws.[/rant]
Wednesday, April 7, 2004
Did the Steel Bender/Flat Iron Mesa Trail today. It's not as bad as it sounds--in fact, it seems that a lot of the really gnarly trails have innocuous names like "Pritchett Canyon" or "Moab Rim Trail," while the ones that have maybe two or three decent obstacles have names like "Metal Masher." Go figure. Of course, even though it's not that bad of a trail, one of our friends broke what looked like his transfer case on the very last obstacle coming out of the river. He still had 2-wheel drive (his front wheels were still turning), so was able to drive out under his own power. It also rained much of the time, which didn't really affect our rig all that much, since we're totally enclosed. Some of the guys that had open rigs got pretty wet, though.
Afterwards, Hubby and Da Boy and I went into town and ate wood-fired pizza at Zax--yummy. Then we went shopping, and I got a prezzie for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jerib_78, and picked up a cheap little diecast Jeep for Da Boy in case he continued to be good, by not grabbing everything in sight. He was, so he earned it.
We saw two other Willys Wagons and a Willys Pickup too, and Hubby saw a 26' GMC Motorhome. We're also seeing quite a few Jeeps that have a very stretched out wheelbase. They look funny.
Got a few paragraphs in the "Pottage" monster scribbled tonight too. The plot progresses.
Thursday, April 8, 2004
Saw another Willys Wagon and a Willys Pickup at the arena today. Bought some stuff--a DVD and a little battery-powered 4wd Jeep. Hubby says he needs to run some glue around its wheels so they don't turn on the rims. LOL
We went out to the Proving Grounds afterwards and watched some action there with a "buggy" that was all steel tubes and drive train. It was different, to say the least. Then we went up a few of the obstacles there, which was neat, because last year all I got to do was watch. The rocks there are pretty vertical and not easy to get up, but the Willys handled it with minimal difficulty. I also saw the one and only lizard I've seen on the entire trip.
We ate dinner at the Moab Brewery. I had the triple sausage platter, which was to die for, and bought a souvenir glass and a six pack of their home brew. While we were there, a wonderful thing happened. Even though Da Boy was wearing a diaper, he still asked to go to the potty! And when he got there, his diaper was still dry! First time he's ever done that when we were out somewhere. Then we went back to camp and sat around the fire for awhile, until Da Boy decided it was too dark to play, and wanted to go back in the motorhome.
Scribbled a few more paragraphs. This is starting to become a habit.
Friday, April 8, 2004
Got our butts kicked on Pritchett today. It's changed a lot in just three years. The Mud Hole is completely different, Rocker Knocker is now three ledges instead of two, and the rocks on the Rock Pile? Heh. They're gone--but there's a bypass where there didn't use to be one. Yellow Hill wasn't easy either, and we wound up getting strapped over Rocker Knocker, the Rock Pile bypass, and Yellow Hill. Not a good day for the old Willys. I told Hubby that he should have bought new tires before we came out.
It didn't help matters that numpty me forgot to bring the sandwiches I'd bought at Hogi Yogi the night before, just for today. We had snacks, and fruit for Da Boy, but nothing of real substance. [headdesk] Seven AM is not my best time of day.
We also saw another Willys Wagon on the way out of Pritchett, in someone's camp. Haven't seen any on trails except ours--but it's cool to see that people besides us are *ahem* somewhat restoring them. It's a pretty sad Safari when I see more Willys Wagons than I see lizards. And Da Boy has learned a new word: "Jeepin'." Hopefully he'll remember it next year when we come again.
Again with the ficcing. Nice that the silly thing is finally starting to come together.
Saturday, April 9, 2004
Today's the day we go home, but first, we decided to spectate at some classic places. Potato Salad Hill was first on the agenda. After watching a few buggies go up without even trying, we went out to the Dump Bump. And not everyone made it up that. Then we went back to the Proving Grounds, where a Willys Pickup had apparently broken something or other trying to go up the first obstacle on the Upper PG. We saw a buggy go down the second obstacle, then watched some people trying to go up a couple of other rocks that are off the main "course" out there, but still fun. One of them, it doesn't look like anyone's made it up, ever.
Home to camp, pack up, and leave. The GMC didn't want to leave the camp spot, but finally did after some coaxing. The sand was deep, and Hubby had to put some boards and stuff under the front wheels so they'd have something to grab onto. We drove straight through in a little over four hours, so not bad time at all. Da Boy slept almost the entire way, so that was a blessing on us all.
Moab Diary
Tuesday, April 6, 2004
The first thing that greeted us when we got to town was some graffiti on a wall: "Gas guzzling is unpatriotic." Isn't that special. So is spray-painting someone else's wall, moron. And if it was the actual property owner who painted that, on their own wall? Spring for something professional-looking, and maybe you'll get taken seriously. But, probably not. Calling me names and impugning my patriotism is not a good way to talk me into listening to your position and changing my mind about anything. And yes, I realize that I called the graffiti artist a moron, but that's because I know that logic completely eludes people like this and I'm not trying to persuade them of anything.
I mean, okay, I'm forty years old. I remember the gas shortages of the 70's. We had lines, and gas stations were running out of fuel, and they had odd and even days that you could fill up your tank. Do we have any of that now? No? Then shut up. If I'm willing to blow a buck eighty a gallon for a tank of gas and then go hit a trail with it, it's none of your damb business. It's my wallet, after all, and I'm not breaking any laws.[/rant]
Wednesday, April 7, 2004
Did the Steel Bender/Flat Iron Mesa Trail today. It's not as bad as it sounds--in fact, it seems that a lot of the really gnarly trails have innocuous names like "Pritchett Canyon" or "Moab Rim Trail," while the ones that have maybe two or three decent obstacles have names like "Metal Masher." Go figure. Of course, even though it's not that bad of a trail, one of our friends broke what looked like his transfer case on the very last obstacle coming out of the river. He still had 2-wheel drive (his front wheels were still turning), so was able to drive out under his own power. It also rained much of the time, which didn't really affect our rig all that much, since we're totally enclosed. Some of the guys that had open rigs got pretty wet, though.
Afterwards, Hubby and Da Boy and I went into town and ate wood-fired pizza at Zax--yummy. Then we went shopping, and I got a prezzie for
jerib_78, and picked up a cheap little diecast Jeep for Da Boy in case he continued to be good, by not grabbing everything in sight. He was, so he earned it. We saw two other Willys Wagons and a Willys Pickup too, and Hubby saw a 26' GMC Motorhome. We're also seeing quite a few Jeeps that have a very stretched out wheelbase. They look funny.
Got a few paragraphs in the "Pottage" monster scribbled tonight too. The plot progresses.
Thursday, April 8, 2004
Saw another Willys Wagon and a Willys Pickup at the arena today. Bought some stuff--a DVD and a little battery-powered 4wd Jeep. Hubby says he needs to run some glue around its wheels so they don't turn on the rims. LOL
We went out to the Proving Grounds afterwards and watched some action there with a "buggy" that was all steel tubes and drive train. It was different, to say the least. Then we went up a few of the obstacles there, which was neat, because last year all I got to do was watch. The rocks there are pretty vertical and not easy to get up, but the Willys handled it with minimal difficulty. I also saw the one and only lizard I've seen on the entire trip.
We ate dinner at the Moab Brewery. I had the triple sausage platter, which was to die for, and bought a souvenir glass and a six pack of their home brew. While we were there, a wonderful thing happened. Even though Da Boy was wearing a diaper, he still asked to go to the potty! And when he got there, his diaper was still dry! First time he's ever done that when we were out somewhere. Then we went back to camp and sat around the fire for awhile, until Da Boy decided it was too dark to play, and wanted to go back in the motorhome.
Scribbled a few more paragraphs. This is starting to become a habit.
Friday, April 8, 2004
Got our butts kicked on Pritchett today. It's changed a lot in just three years. The Mud Hole is completely different, Rocker Knocker is now three ledges instead of two, and the rocks on the Rock Pile? Heh. They're gone--but there's a bypass where there didn't use to be one. Yellow Hill wasn't easy either, and we wound up getting strapped over Rocker Knocker, the Rock Pile bypass, and Yellow Hill. Not a good day for the old Willys. I told Hubby that he should have bought new tires before we came out.
It didn't help matters that numpty me forgot to bring the sandwiches I'd bought at Hogi Yogi the night before, just for today. We had snacks, and fruit for Da Boy, but nothing of real substance. [headdesk] Seven AM is not my best time of day.
We also saw another Willys Wagon on the way out of Pritchett, in someone's camp. Haven't seen any on trails except ours--but it's cool to see that people besides us are *ahem* somewhat restoring them. It's a pretty sad Safari when I see more Willys Wagons than I see lizards. And Da Boy has learned a new word: "Jeepin'." Hopefully he'll remember it next year when we come again.
Again with the ficcing. Nice that the silly thing is finally starting to come together.
Saturday, April 9, 2004
Today's the day we go home, but first, we decided to spectate at some classic places. Potato Salad Hill was first on the agenda. After watching a few buggies go up without even trying, we went out to the Dump Bump. And not everyone made it up that. Then we went back to the Proving Grounds, where a Willys Pickup had apparently broken something or other trying to go up the first obstacle on the Upper PG. We saw a buggy go down the second obstacle, then watched some people trying to go up a couple of other rocks that are off the main "course" out there, but still fun. One of them, it doesn't look like anyone's made it up, ever.
Home to camp, pack up, and leave. The GMC didn't want to leave the camp spot, but finally did after some coaxing. The sand was deep, and Hubby had to put some boards and stuff under the front wheels so they'd have something to grab onto. We drove straight through in a little over four hours, so not bad time at all. Da Boy slept almost the entire way, so that was a blessing on us all.
