Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Tales from the teardrop: Moab

Monday evening, after a great day at Arches National Park, we camped at the nearby town of Moab which, evidently, is the Indian name for mosquito. Both Dan and I were blood donors to a large needy group; glad we could help.

Our campsite is down by the banks of the Colorado and across the river, and not out of earshot, of a settlement of chickens with a very vocal rooster. It seems his job is to not only wake his chickens but all the other roosters in the area, as well. Yes, it is early but then I needed to get up and donate more blood.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous10:01 PM

    From what I heard there might be a Hotel room in this town on the way home! We can understand that! Damn Mosiqutos!
    Ella Misses you!! We miss you!
    love teri