Turns out, waking up on the beach in a tent is not so bad. It’s even better when you’re dry. Lake Powell was a much needed stop full of sun and sand. There are only so many activities you can do on a lake without a boat or other water toys, so Sally and I made breakfast and went on a short walk up and down the beach before heading up to Canyonlands National Park.
Most of the drive from Page, AZ to the Utah boarder is through the Navajo Reservation. It is beauftiful for the first hundred or so miles, but them it just becomes a vast nothingness. It was an exciting moment to get back into Utah with the prospect of gas stations, bathrooms, and civilization in general. We drove through a town called Blanding, Utah whose slogan was “Basecamp for Adventure.” One might think this is an exciting town to drive through, but in reality it was just another rural town; the kind of town that you have to wonder how they survive economically. Past the point of boredom, Sally declared that “from this point forward your car shall be our basecamp for adventure.” It’s true, really. My car has been on so many adventures and is always a solid basecamp.
Our goal for the night was to make it to Canyonlands National Park. We knew there was an entrance north of Moab, but we saw a sign south of town and decided to check it out. Another sign told us that the ranger station was in 32 miles. At this point we had no idea if there were camp sites available or if the road connected through to the north entrance. We were there to explore, so what was another 30 miles? The drive was beautiful. There were huge red walls all around and continued for miles and miles. We made it to the ranger station and an unenthused ranger told us the campsite was full and that biking wasn’t a great idea because of the rain the night before. Great. We hopped back into the car and made the 32 mile drive back to the main road.
By the time we reached Moab we were pretty unenthusiastic about finding the correct entrance to Canyonlands. It turns out the red rock is only exciting for so long. Similar to Zion, we justified the not so awesome situation by saying that we got to see a side of the Park that most people don’t get to see. Once we arrive in Moab, we found a campsite along the Colorado River just west of town in an area called Kane Creek. Sally had camped there before and said we were super lucky to get a spot on the river and not along the road. Feeling tired and lazy we drove back into town and had dinner at Pasta Jay’s. After a day of water, chewing gum, and the occasional handful of nuts (incredibly unhealthy, I know!), I was famished and so excited for a meal I didn’t have to cook.
It turned out to be a nice, relaxing night. After toting around bundle of fire wood for 4 days, we decided to take the time to sit under the stars, enjoy the nice weather, and start a fire. My Boy Scout skills aren’t top notch, but I got it going!
We decided to skip Arches and Canyonlands in favor of more biking, but more on that later!