Somewhere in the middle of last night, I came up with a REALLY good idea for today's blog. It even made me giggle in my pillow. Unfortunately, the title is all that I remember this morning. I'm not terribly upset because I realize that half-sleep blogging might hold the same integrity as drunk dialing - seeming to be a good idea at the time but not so much the next day. Or quite possibly I'm just trying to make myself feel better about yet another senior moment.
Last Saturday morning, Homer and I headed out of the snow and down to Moab for some R&R. One of the many amazing things about this place, You-tah, is that just by topping a mountain pass you can make a pretty good weather change. While not exactly bikini weather, it was sunnier and warmer and much fresher at our destination. Plus there was a hot tub. And there is NO cell service in the national parks!
We met up with a wild bunch that Homer hikes with regularly and had some fun. It was good to clear out the cobwebs and feel the legs burn a little. Oh, and the scenery wasn't bad either.
This is Delicate Arch. We like it so much, we put it on our license plates.
Another shot of it- new to me this year:
Something in the Fiery Furnace at Arches NP.
This is the back of the Three*Gossips at Arches.
And here's some double delicious archishness!What? You say. This doesn't sound like a very romantic getaway for Valentine's Day weekend? Well maybe you should look again.
I can't tell you how many of these types of formations there are.
And this would be one of Homer's favorites.
See? Something for everyone.
This is Canyonlands NP.
Jane's just about to walk home because Homer keeps taking her picture.
We left the girls at home by themselves all weekend and it appears that nothing caught fire and no one was arrested, so I think we can score one for superior parenting!
All the pets were still alive, too, but I couldn't help but notice how the 'big three' attacked their food bowls Monday night. When Omega came home, I asked her why she hadn't fed the dog and two cats any of their wet food, which I usually mix in with the dry to spice it up a bit. She told me that she only fed them once and they were so happy to have any food, they didn't even care that it was all dry. I'm going to keep that in mind for the next time she's hungry; the longer I wait, the less that will be expected.
I'm so glad she cleared that up.
Is anyone not singing 'Feed the Birds' from Mary Poppins right now?