We’ve escaped winter! In last week’s entry I bemoaned how hard it was going to be for us to get out of the imminent winter weather. Luckily, we’ve done it, and I’m writing from the 70 degree red-rock haven of Moab, Utah.Mike and I spent the weekend in Boulder, house sitting for one of my colleagues. I foolishly did not heed the advice I give every visitor who comes to see us in Idaho: drink water. Then drink more water. And then some more. Unfortunately I spent a day in bed with a massive altitude-induced headache. I wish I had been in better shape to properly explore Boulder, but we did spend a morning visiting the cool National Center for Atmospheric Research.
On Sunday we drove across Interstate 70 to Fruita. Fruita is right on the edge of Colorado and Utah and is known for it’s spectacular mountain biking. The drive across Colorado was a bit hairy in Hobbes – there are a lot of mountain passes with semi trucks barreling past at 80mph. In their defense the speed limit is 80mph, but Hobbes can’t keep that pace. It was a wild ride, and I was ecstatic when we pulled into Fruita six hours after leaving Boulder.Mike hopped out of Hobbes and immediately went for a mountain bike ride. Afterward we climbed a nearby ridge to catch the sunset, then spent two more days hiking and biking. Despite being late October Fruita was packed with bikers, and we met the owners of a Tiger CX while dumping our tanks in town.We would have stuck around Fruita for longer but it’s also prime mountain bike season in Moab and we were concerned about snagging a campsite at our favorite boondocking spot. After wrapping up work on Tuesday we drove the two hours to Moab and grabbed whatever campsite we could squeeze into. Yesterday we lucked out and were able to get our favorite campsite, where we can stay for 14 days. We were last in Moab in March and have seen a lot of country since then. Moab is, hands down, the most nomad friendly place we’ve been to. Around here living the #vanlife is a way of life instead of a fringe lifestyle. Vans, truck campers and RV’s line the streets throughout town. There is ample boondocking and campgrounds. Every vehicle has one or more mountain bikes attached, and each person we pass waves with a peace sign.
Apart from the sheer number of nomads and campers, the town has great services. There is a well stocked and inexpensive grocery store, cafes, a great library, a brewery, one of the southwest’s best bookstores, dump stations, propane filling stations, an aquatic center with showers, water filling stations, and just about anything else a traveler could need. In other words, ahh. It’s good to be back.
We’ll be sticking around the area until we make our way north to Idaho to settle in for a month of seeing friends and energizing ourselves for our next seven months on the road.