Wind and water are the insane artists that created the unique canvas of the Moab region. In our previous travels here we had experienced the wind part of the duo. One time a camper in the same RV park as us was blown sideways on its jack stands and four telephone-pole-sized poles supporting a billboard were snapped in half like toothpicks. We’ve been on bike rides here where we had to dodge tumbleweeds flying at us from all directions and even passing us like we weren’t moving. The grit in these wind blasts becomes part of you – it’s in your hair, eyes, teeth, and water bottle.
And although we’d heard stories of waterfalls cascading off of every cliff face and seen the evidence of violent and not-so-violent water events, we’d never actually seen it rain here – until this year. And now it won’t stop!
Like the rest of the country, Moab has had a bizarre winter. Locals say they’ve been covered in snow since November and have had more snow than even the old-timers can remember. The combination of the snowmelt and the hit-or-miss downpours has made many of the trails here very messy. Biking through wet clay is like riding through crunchy peanut butter. We made that mistake once and will always try to avoid it now!
Road biking is still good, just a little cold and damp. And the upside is that now we have seen what a little bit of water can do when it lands on a huge hunk of rock!