Sitting in a bakery/sandwich shop in sunny and mild Torrey, Utah, munching on a God-awful-good pumpkin muffin, and sucking down "free" wi-fi (ha ha) at 20 bucks per post. But the yummy in my tummy is worth every cent. Our boondock is down the road about three miles and the "gang's" all here, Wiseone's Susan and Maikel, Jim and Gayle, and Debbie, with lovable dogs Rupert and Elliot, with notable exceptions of Boonie, who assures us he's on his way, somewhere near Green River, and Suzanne... a "reluctant" new recruit to the "gang" that got blindsided by a blown motor in her Tacker Toad. Sadly, it required a trip to Texas to get a new/rebuilt engine installed by her brother, to whom her birthright will now be forever indebted. There may be a few more recruits showing up, time will tell. Let the "games" begin.
Our boondock is pretty good—an informational gift from Susan and Maikel. It's busy, but not as bad as some places around Moab. And so far it has been quiet. Their is a great hike right out of camp that goes up to a bench that overlooks the valley. Red Rock and sun abounds and warms me to the core of my innermost innards. We came off a great hike yesterday; more on that later. For now, just a few words and shots of the genesis of this year's escapades.
Cheers and Peace Out,
Mark and Bobbie and "The Gang."