From This Valley They Say You Are Leaving...
On Friday September 28, 2007 I will depart from   Moab, Utah. After leaving Durango on the Autumnal Equinox, I met Carrie late that evening at the airport in   Grand Junction,
 now touted as the center of Colorado’s wine country. From there, we 
drove the 110 miles to Moab, much of it in a heavy rainstorm. Upon 
arrival in Moab, the early storm had passed, so we did a quick setup of 
the coach and turned in for the night.  
 
Having lived in my 
travel trailer for the better part of the past two years, the sound of 
rain falling overnight was a comfort to me.  In the morning, Carrie was amazed that I could sleep through a downpour of such biblical proportions, but sleep I did.
As we drove around town the next day, I was confused upon seeing how 
much red earth had washed across the roads. Until we arrived at the 
Colorado River, I was skeptical that the overnight downpour could have 
caused such a shift in the landscape.
In the morning, Carrie was amazed that I could sleep through a downpour of such biblical proportions, but sleep I did.
As we drove around town the next day, I was confused upon seeing how 
much red earth had washed across the roads. Until we arrived at the 
Colorado River, I was skeptical that the overnight downpour could have 
caused such a shift in the landscape.
As you can see, by the next afternoon, it was a clear and beautiful day.
As you can see, by the next afternoon, it was a clear and beautiful day.
.jpg) On our way up-river towards   Castle Valley, I was amazed to see how much the river had risen and how turbulent and red its fabled waters flowed.
On our way up-river towards   Castle Valley, I was amazed to see how much the river had risen and how turbulent and red its fabled waters flowed.
 At
 Castle Valley itself, we found a display of light unlike any I had 
previously seen. Between the clouds, the late afternoon Sun and the 
geological features there, it was a sight to behold and to remember.  In
 this area, it is all too easy to take such breathtaking sights as 
commonplace.   Still, Mother Nature has her ability to stop you in your 
tracks and make you take notice.   
 
 
 
 
 
After
 three days together in this most spiritual of lands, Carrie flew back 
to Burbank, California on Wednesday. I spent one additional day here in 
Moab. My excuse for doing so was to clean up some computer work and get 
ready for a three-day trip home to Simi Valley, California. Moab and   
the   Spanish Valley are now like old friends. Once you know them, you never want to leave them, but leave I must..jpg)
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On Friday, I will stop at   Navajo National Monument
 for one night of dry camping at 7300 ft.  It is the best free camping 
in the Four Corners area.  Also within the monument are some of the best
 preserved Pre-Puebloan Indian cliff and alcove dwellings, dating to 
around 1250 AD.
After a long pull, through Flagstaff, Arizona and Needles, California on Interstate 40, I will spend this Saturday night at   Mojave National Preserve,
 a 1.4 million acre unspoiled desert paradise.  although hot in the 
summer, from late September until early April it is a wonderful place to
 spend a night or two during your travels on I-40. 
I was pleased to 
discover that on her first trip here, Carrie loved Moab as much as I 
do. We are looking forward to spending time here each year.    
On Sunday, I will pull all the way to Simi Valley, California, where Carrie and I will be together again.
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