|Camping under the stars in the Mohab desert, Arches National Park, Utah|
|The biggest arch around|
|Troll lives here, almost got eaten|
|This one did not have a name, any suggestions? Anybody?|
|Delicate arch, the Utah State symbol|
|Balancing rock, if I only had my climbing shoes so I could give it a push!|
|Moving on to Canyon lands and a cup of coffee in shelter of the wind|
|And a nap...|
|Met two lovers on their anniversary trip, I was low on gas|
so we teamed up to explore the rest of the park together
|Sun came out little later and all pictures had to be retaken... who stepped here?|
|Solid as a rock? I was quite prepared to run back|
|Erin, unlike her husband, did not understand fear of hight and got inspired. |
Her only fear was jumping across so she made sure she got enough air
|The phantoms scull cave!?|
|I tried my best to get into that cave, but the climb was a little |
too lofty for me, besides only the Phantom is allowed in
|Did I just hear somebody blow his nose?|
|Colorado river carving into the land|
|Well deserved beer and food at the local brewery in Mohab|
|Next day, waiting and waiting for the ski bus in Salt Lake city|
|Finally on the hill at 14:30. took a few runs with this |
gentlemen(?). Big avalanches had gone everywhere
I hit the slopes at 2:30 for my two most expensive hours of skiing in my life. The snow was not to bad, but not the fluffy desert snow I had hoped for. Also the backcountry was extremely dangerous and therefor not skiable, and probably will be for quite some time as a weak layer of old snow underneath all the new snow made the snowpack very prone to avalanches. What made my day somewhat better was all the friendly people that tried their best to make everything work out for me. I ran into another single gentleman, seemingly a good guy, and we spend a few runs together by the end of the day. He agreed to buy my unused day pass (I bought a cheep afternoon pass on the mountain instead) with a good discount and also to give me a ride down. Day was looking better! We split up shortly for him to get his car and me to return my boots, and I sat down to wait for him. and wait. and wait. and wait. The last ski bus had left the slope and it was getting dark. The guy had just left me there and apparently changed his mind without telling me. I guess not all people are what they seem. I found myself a new ride down from a friendly professional freerider and got myself to a hostel to crash into bed. Once there I received the news that my aunt, who has been sick for some time had passed away. I feel for my cousins and my mum especially, and will miss her alot.
Next day I picked myself up to a fresh start and drove back to Denver in good weather with some fine views of all the posh ski resorts along the way. I flew back this morning and just arrived back to the east coast. Although more snow is on the way in the rockies, and my trip has been incredible 16 days out of 17, I am quite glad to come home to Anna and Baltimore for a break from my own ambitious travel plans for a while... We will se how long that feeling lingers.
|Last stop of the trip, Nicks trailer on his piece of land outside Fairplay (the South Park town). |
I am sure it is really nice in summer but I was quite glad I only stopped by for 5 min this time.
My final route: 5 ski resorts, 3 national parks, 2 hot springs, a few beers and 1875 miles (3000 km) driving
Outside our appartment in Mt. Vernon the comforting sound of police sirens are once again filling my ears, time to pack up and start the washing machine, and maybe also my beard trimmer - Anna likes when I surprise her with a new inventive facial hair style...