Oh how we love our annual trip to Moab with Grammy and Grampy. Now that we have the Ranger, we might need to go in the fall as well as the spring. This was a particularly wonderful trip. The kids did great and the trails we rode were fantastic!! The first day Grampy took us on Chicken Corner and we stopped at the Catacombs--the kids hiked and played in the caves for the longest time. The girls hung out in the shade. There was enough open space with no traffic that Cam was able to drive the Ranger for a bit. Oh how he loved that.
Spencer playing in the Catacombs
"Abby's rock"--oh wait, everything is Abby's
She took great naps both days on the trails. I had to hold her head once we started up again.
The seatbelts were bugging Spencer's neck.
Hiking with Grampy to Millcreek.
The pools at Millcreek. We have been wanting to hike here for years and finally made it. We will definitely be doing this again!!
BRRRRR.....
Abby and her Mickey Mouse pancake. Too bad she won't actually eat it.
The boys took turns riding with Grampy in his Razr. The other got to ride in the front of the Ranger...they thought they were pretty hot stuff.
Mom and I loved talking and laughing in the back of the Ranger...we were pretty agile climbing in and out of it as well.
The top of the 3D trail---beautiful.
A couple of spots were a bit sketchy, so Dad put on the tow strap and we all bailed out and let Chad brave it himself.
This section is called "the wall" Grampys Razy crawled right up it, but Chad was really nervous with the Ranger. Right before he went up he called out to me, "I don't feel good about this." I yelled back,"you don't feel good, like the spirit is warning you? Or are you just being a wuss?" He went up smooth as can be. This was a good trip for Chad to know his rig and gain confidence. And the sketchy parts are fun for everybody. The men love scouting out where to place their wheels. The kids love crawling around on the rocks, and the girls love looking at the beautiful scenery.
Eating lunch in the shade....or in Abby's case, watching the ants carry the crumbs.