Toady, I drove from the Flying Goat Ranch to Moab, Utah. It was an easy 450 mile ride through Navajo country to the slickrock deserts of southern Utah. When I got to Moab, it was 102 degrees. After I got settled into the hotel, I took a drive out towards Dead Horse Point and stopped along the way to take some pictures. The last time I was at Dead Horse was in 1976, when it was still legal to fly there.
I'm here in Moab to take a two day course on backcountry first aid and rescue. Never hurts to work on one's EPs (that's "emergency procedures" for all you wuffos).
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