It was crazy to see how abruptly the landscape changed once we headed west outside of the Rocky Mountains. We started near Vail and before I knew it we were in the desert. The deeper we got into Utah, the more intense the red rock landscape got. We were amidst miles of completely fat, dry land, with some red plateau looking mountains in the distance. It made me want to go to an old-west saloon, drink whisky and eat salsa. Our main objective was to go to Arches National Park, the site of all the famous red rock arches. T and I sprinted our way through the park, not because of time, but because we felt really free and energized by such a wild and unique atmosphere, and it just feels good to be alive and healthy. We camped by a river in Moab just outside the park, which was really fun. A mouse had fun walking on me all night through the other side of the tent, but weirdly I didn't care. I just shined a light on him and saw a silhouette of his little mouse feet pressing down on the sheer fabric. That's how it is with T; we are both low maintenance and just go with it, however non-glamorous and exhausting it may be. No complaining, just go with the flow. I love that.
