After leaving Zion National Park, resting up at a hotel in Richfield, Utah and getting back on the road, we beelined it for Arches National Park.
Between Richfield and Arches, we wound through a stretch of I-70 that looked pretty nondescript on the map. It was actually pretty neat; though we drove through it on the way to Disneyland, most of it was after dark. We managed to stop at the Black Dragon Canyon Overlook while we headed west; it was dusk and Nathan was aching to see what Eagle Canyon and Ghost Rock looked like during the day.
On the trip back east, Nathan broke out his GoPro and we snapped away. In various stages of undress. Hey; the kids had a complete outfit between them. And we were literally in the middle of nowhere, so neither Nathan or I much cared.
Had I been a person with lesser morals; I would have stolen as much flagstone that I could fit in the car. There was tons of it; everywhere, and it was begging me to vacation in Colorado Springs.
Once we had filled our bellies with Wendy’s in Moab, we drove through the front gate of Arches. It is immediately amazing; we wound up the switchbacks until we were happily nestled in its red sandstone towers. Nathan and I were drooling; oohing and ahhing at everything around us. The kids didn’t even want to get out of the car.
Whose children are these? They sure aren’t ours.
Finally, we managed to get Finny out to snap a few pics.
The kids climbed and scrambled up the formations until I couldn’t take it any longer… And as more people arrived behind us, my stress levels skyrocketed as I imagined them falling, too.
I never had a fear of heights; but the last few years I’ve suddenly become a nervous wreck anytime I see someone, anyone, getting too close to the edge of their possible demise.
We gathered the brood as my heart started to pound from the seemingly parentless children dangling their legs over the back of Double Arch (which Nathan made sure to let me know was a sheer plummet to more rocks below).
The trail back was short, though I made sure the kids and I were downing plenty of water. I was not going to be waving at any vinyl decals of dogs like I had a Zion.
We stopped at the visitor center on our way out… Where Alice fell deeply, madly in love.
“But I WANT him, I want him, I want him, please, please, please!!” She has all the making of Veruca Salt, that one.
“Alice, let go of the goat. We’re leaving.”
Finn was a little more partial to the bronze crows.
And that was the end of our journey. We piled back into the truck and spent the last seven hours of our trip home a little bummed out that it was all over. All the castles, canyons, waterfalls, arches, mountains, princesses, pixie dust, mice and bronze goats were on the road behind us as we made our way back to reality.