In a sleepy quiet cafe in Moab, Utah, stuck in the rocks.

We’ve been staying at the absolutely mindblowing Canyonlands National Park, and Arches National Park, both within throwing range of Moab.

The vastness of the desert, its quietness, warmth, and amazing features are somewhat addictive.

We’ve decided to try and make it back for Thanksgiving, being so close as we are to California. Its strange, we have an endpoint in a way, sad, going to be hard, but hey, it could be a whole new adventure, and wouldn’t that be ideal?

Plus it will be great to see my fam.

We decided strangely today that the best idea would be to pass through Las Vegas again (deja vu, and a scary one to have) and pass up the 395 through California to check out Tahoe, as the last stop.

Oooh, my chest feels sad just writing it.

Anyways, we drive to Zion National Park tomorrow.

Kate is painting right now, I’ve got to get over here so I can play some guitar.

That’s it. That’s the plan.

Signing off.