Heading west from Colorado makes travel planning rather hard… too many National Parks to choose from in Utah!
We narrowed it down to the most unique for us and headed north to Arches National Park. Small for the national parks, it had everything we wanted: unusual landscapes, a challenging hike (for us) and a campground… sold!
We arrived late morning, with everything on schedule… until we noticed the sign at the entrance “Campground Full.” Hmmm… really?! We asked just to be sure, and were assured that it had been booked up for 6 months!
We completely failed to notice that as we had been heading west the weather had been getting warmer, which meant that even though it was out of season in the parks of Colorado, Wyoming, and South Dakota… it was very much prime time in Utah. Oh well, we’d do the hike and work out our night’s accommodation later.
We had been building up the hiking gradually… getting older and being out of hiking practice, it was a wise decision. But we felt ready for the 7+ mile hike Tadd had planned for the Arches, “primitive trail” and all…
It was definitely the most grueling thing we had done so far in the trip. We realized we needed more water containers if we were going to carry on with the hiking thing. And it was totally amazing walking up and down and around the truly alien landscapes of the park, scrambling along rock walls and clambering around mud pits… fantastic!
All that was left at the end of the day, was to work out where to sleep. Moab, the nearby town only offered RV parks right on the side of the main highway… definitely not our thing… so a quick bit of reasearch turned up a national forest campground about 30 miles south. We drove through the darkness, passing all the 18 wheelers careening the opposite direction and then off into the darkness (thank goodness for the newly purchased GPS). We really had no idea where we were until the next morning… not too shabby!