Trek from Flagstaff, AZ to Moab, UT
May 9 – 15, 2018
We convinced Clay that his next visit should we while we were in the west, because he hadn’t yet seen the best parts of it. (And he was currently obsessed with the television show West World.) So we picked him up in Phoenix and watched our truck odometer roll over 100,000 miles on the drive back to our campsite.
One week later we dropped him off at a tiny airport in Moab, UT that had just opened (they hadn’t even paved their parking lot yet) with our odometer reading just over 101,000.
There was plenty to see in that 1,000 miles…
Considering the fact that we only live in 281 square feet, having an additional family member sleeping on the floor for a week didn’t upset the whole dynamic as much as it could have. Clay knows us well enough that he was likely mentally prepared for the minimal showering, meals eaten out of Ziplocs, and hours spent sitting between 2 booster seats. And knocking out 3 National Parks, one Navajo Park, and one state park in as many days was no small feat – but it was a total blast.