After visiting the San Juans, Jon and I headed to Moab. We love Moab. But that’s something everyone who’s been there says, right? I would certainly assume so. It’s a wild landscape that is some kind of funky mix of desert and mountains. It’s dry but wet, cold but so very hot. It’s an alien planet in eastern Utah. Something out of a dream.
It’s a place where any outdoor lover comes to work on their passion; Jeeping, climbing, cycling, mountain biking, hiking, running, boating, anything. Moab offers a chance for every adventurer to experience new things in a crazy place. It’s an adult playground if you will- dangerous and intimidating and amazing.
On this trip, we stayed out of the National Parks. Canyonlands and Arches are right there, but we didn’t have the time, nor did we feel like leaving Mr. Biver in the car. Remember: pets are not welcome in National Parks outside of picnic areas and roads. We all must respect that. So instead of hitting up the parks, we experienced some other areas and even went on a Jeep road to see some sights in a hurry.
We had originally planned to camp here. Moab is most excellent for camping, as there is BLM Land everywhere and really nice designated sights all over the place. But alas, camping here was not in the stars; it was a little too busy this time of year to have just rolled in with no real plan. The truth is, we could have camped in a million places, but none of them had trees for Bivy’s run and most of the camping near where we needed to be located was taken. That was our oopsy. Always have a backup plan, kids!
We took our time in Moab to explore via Jeep roads. Since we were a little pressed for time it seemed like the right choice. We were able to see a lot of the landscape and rolling terrain this way. And really, off road driving is exciting. It’s not something we do regularly, but whenever we do, man is it silly. The number one tip I have on Jeeping is this: do not bite off more than you can chew. If something looks too technical, find a way to turn around and bail. Not many things are worth crashing a car down a mountain for. Ya know?
The first time we came to Moab, we camped along the river with our brand new puppy, Bivy. He was just over two months old and ate every single stick he could find. And then promptly barfed them up in our tent. And we knew from that point on that Biv would be a camp dog for life.
“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.” -Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The next time we go to Moab will be winter. And it will be glorious.