As night has fallen upon the Moab desert the moon casts a glow along the base of the massive rock formations that surround us. Its radiant light creates an almost reflective effect along the waters of the Colorado that rushes along the shore line. Before the moon made its presence known the sky was darker, the stars glowed as Keith and I watched as shooting stars streaked the canvas above us. As I lay on the grass scanning the sky two shooting stars shot across the blackened canvas and within moments exploded created a flash of red, yellow and orange flames. It was unreal and literally had me pointing, letting out a few yells and in awe of what I had just seen. Bam, baby! A picture, even if the camera was ready and clicking it would not due justice to the absolute awesomeness of what my eyes had witnessed.
The Moab has been nothing short of amazing. Hot, desolate and teeming with creatures of nature that can leave you on the edge of your seat being here is a cross between landing on mars and being transported back into the days of stage coaches and mid-day gunfights. How can you go wrong with that?
Tomorrow we head out and I'm not sure if there were enough pics taken to do this place justice, but we did try. Before the bus rolls out and the sun rises I'll be making a hike to the top of one of the large, steep rock formations smack dab in the middle of the desert. There is really nothing like a sunrise to start the day off right.
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