After wrapping our Grand Canyon trip up in Flagstaff, Zak, Sally and I loaded the Suby to capacity and headed north for Moab. Neither Zak nor Sally had been to that part of the States so I was looking forward to showing off my very limited local knowledge.
Our plan was pretty light. We had a place to stay in Moab, two national parks and one of the world’s most famous mountain bike trails. Simple.
Perhaps the most surprising part of our trip Moab was the fact that we actually made it there. Being in Flag post canyon meant that we ended up with all surplus beer, food and general supplies. The kayak on the roof was filled with 40kgs of beer and soda. The back seat aka 'the nest' had just enough space to fit one of us and that was it. Anyone who has seen the Suby will know that it doesn't have any suspension to speak of. Even a moderate bump in the road would bottom out or trusty japanese stead. The resulting wheel rub would fill the car with the smell of burning rubber. Very west Auckland.
We spent the majority of our time in Moab exploring the surrounding national parks. The landscapes of southern Utah are something I have never experienced anywhere else before. My only exposure was through watching wile e coyote and road runner cartoons as a grommet. I almost expected one of them to race by during one of our many short hikes (again, you don't walk or tramp in America).
We quickly realised that our time in Moab was going to be too short so we begun our rigorous sight seeing tour.
Arches National Park was first on the list. Surprisingly the park is filled with.... well, arches. Every size and shape, they've got it. For a first timer this place is amazing. Zak and Sally were pretty much jaw dropped the entire time. Having been there before it was cool to explore things a little more and play around with my fancy camera. Happy days.
Next stop was Slick Rock Trail, arguably the most famous mountain bike ride on the planet. So much so that we almost pulled the pin on it. All the folk in town we talked to were telling us how hard the ride was... luckly we chose to ignore the horror stories. Zak, Sally and I hired bikes from Posion Spider Cycles. $40 got you a $NZ4500 bike. Pretty good deal if you ask me. Sall decided that Slick Rock wasn't our cup of tea and we off to explore mellower terrain while Zak and I braved the heat. We had been told to 3-6 hours was normal so we were a little surprised to be back at the carpark in 2 hours, albeit very sweaty and pink.
After a night wining and dining with the locals we headed out to Canyonland's NP Island in the Sky. Again we weren't disappointed with what was on offer. The Island in the Sky is very different from what we had explored in Arches. Large open vista's greeted us at every turn. It was a nice mix to get some height and prospective on the canyon's after spending three weeks in the bottom of the Grand.
All to quickly our time in Moab came to and end. It was back into the Suby and 1400km back to California and the next adventure. Life is good!