Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Hi, I'm Moab. Have we met?

Moab was a good, good time. I think Chris must have tired of my saying, “This, all of this, makes me happy” as much as I did. I was a constant echo of my own words. But, honestly. Spend a few nights sleeping under the stars and see how you feel. (Tents are for sissies.) Yes, my Chacos rebelled against me in the long hike we took to that one waterfall. And the too-small flipflops I tried after all my foot skin had rubbed off were a size too small and, well, they cut into my feet as well. But my big, gaping wounds are healing. The infections are even fading (the ones my doctor was afraid to go near last night). And my calves may even feel normal again soon. What’s important is that we had fun. This was summer being re-introduced to the lot of us. And there were a lot of us. There was so much coming and going that I lost count around 30. Prolly cause I can’t count higher than that, but that’s not important. I also can’t read very well, but dyslexia is NUF, NUF, NUF!!

If you weren’t there, you missed Sam Bailey singing “When Johnny Comes Marching Home” around the campfire, the semi-reunion of the Shaved Bellies busting out folk tunes and gravely Elvis songs (that were coming out more Tom Waits, if you ask me), marshmallow after blessed toasted marshmallow, jumping off a good 30-ft. cliff into, oh, 9 feet of water, eating milkshakes with friends both old and new at Milt’s, giving orders to a crabby lady there (“I bein’ too abrupt for you, boy?”), a neverending classic car show and the WWF enthusiasts who drive the sort of stuff, my falling down the Double Arches when I tried to chase my brother to the top, a Kenny Rogers sighting, a Plewe sighting, grrreat sunburn lines, gnawing on big Portabello mushrooms at a crowded Italian place, Chaco lines, 85- and 90-degree weather and the smell of Saturday morning pancakes. I could go on, but alla this talk is making me nostalgic for last weekend. Yes. Already. Did I forget anything? Hmm?

Lookit the photos and perhaps you’ll feel like you were there yourselves. I hope this’ll happen plenty more times before we hit August. Let the dreams become realities.


It's Kenny! Paparazzi magic!










10 comments:

plainoldsarah said...

oh i wish i'd gone to that waterfall! super cool. hey that reminds me - i need to blog my watercolor i did of the double arches i visited instead of the waterfall.

good photos. good documenting.

ewesa said...

wow! I should have gone on the water hike with you guys too. I mean, you had frogs!

Anne said...

Sounds like good times! I love the pictures of the beautiful scenery. It makes me want to go visit that place someday.

aisy said...

my mouth is watering... summer is here... yeah for camping and hiking.

f*bomb. said...

aahhhmmm...I was KINDA looking for "Wordless Wenesday" and was met instead by many paragraphs of words AND video WITH song.

It's, like, sensory overload.

Dainon said...

Sometimes I just can't stay quiet. Sometimes. Like yesterday. It all had to come out eventually. Mid-week was the time for my release.

Deal with it!

Sarita said...

Jealous.

eped said...

nice toad. I’m jealous too. what slot canyons are those?

Dainon said...

We went up Professor Creek and were in Mary Jane canyon. Went up to a cliff jump waterfall called Millcreek after that (or, as the locals call it, Left Hand) and did some sweeeet jumps.

Ed said...

Thanks, Dainon, for "capturing" a piece of the adventure - we heeded that flow and found bits of heaven (and bits of marshmallow in my hair; dang s'more purists!)