Moab, UT - A vacation within a vactaion

Hi i'm Simon
...So some of you probably think we're having fun...
That we're just downright loving criss-crossing the backbone of North America on pedal bikes!
up and down allll day long.
Yesterday, a local ignoramus even had the nerve to suggest that this may be "the trip of a lifetime."
Sort yourself out bro!
We're going on vacation.

So we hit Salida with a half-inch of callus on the backsides and as the diehard groupies will have noticed (those of you clicking 'refresh' on our spot tracker with greater frequency than 5clicks/hour) we headed west, sans bicyclettes, for greener (or rather redder) pastures. Moab, Utah. "The mountain biking capital of the solar system and you left your bikes behind?" you ask. I don't really have a good response for that other than that my ass is actually developing a semi-permanent bike saddle tattoo which is way not cool.

We have had the great fortune of spending almost a week in the small oasis of south central Utah, nestled among the La Sal mountains, that is Pack Creek Ranch (or Dude Ranch as is was to be affectionately renamed upon our testosterone-soaked arrival.) For six days we truly vacationed from a vacation, which despite my earlier complaints, is saying quite a lot. Thank you so much Mom, Dad, Tim, Wendy, Wings, Roots.

The photos below are by no means representative of our stay. You'll just have to use your imaginations to fill in the blanks.



Arches are the geological wonders that characterize the south west of Utah - they are the products of wind and time. They are made of sandstone. They are inanimate. This one attacked Bougie (Yes, a piece fell on his head - real-time geology folks.) Great trigger finger Trystan.



Dirty cyclists stoked on tan lines and the commencement of the vacation within the vacation (that ones gettin' old hey?)