I’m sweltering in a tent under a starry sky. Huge black silhouettes loom around the tent on all sides. My belly is growling. Sidekick is grinning in his sleep, because he KNOWS. Without even being awake he KNOWS we’re actually in the place he dreams about every night.
We’re in Moab.
Did I mention I can’t sleep? I made the mistake of reading the guidebook, specifically about the Slickrock and Portal trails, the former being one of the most renown and iconic, the latter being one of the most dangerous… I think Eric mean to kill me here.
I haven’t seen my surroundings by the light of day yet. I know the looming figures around us are stunning rock formations, and I’m dying to see them!
But mostly I’m dying for breakfast…