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Moab

Not the "Mother of all Bombs"...

Saturday Elise and I spent the day together. It was awesome - she even said it was the best day she's had in a long time. Which made me feel good. We got up in the AM and made our way to Moab and had lunch at the Moab Diner. It was crowded, but not unpleasantly so. I prefer my restaurants to be crowded, anyway - it's generally a sign that the food is at least passable.

We drove up to Arches and got out for a hike. Here's some pics:


Here she is enjoying the softness of the slick rock. :)


She's so lovely. :)


The end of the hike. Although it was only 1 1/2 miles, it was pretty upsy in places, so it was fairly strenuous. I may have gotten a blister. ;) She was a great trooper, though, and fantastic hiking buddy. Didn't complain once. :)


We went to Dead Horse Point after Arches and enjoyed the view. It is stunning - one of my favorite places on earth. We didn't linger, however, as a tour bus debauched its entourage of loud and enthusiastic folks. She and I share a preference for quiet spaces, and the intrusion was unwelcome.


And here's me. :)


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