On Rare Occasions, a Girl Has Better Ways to Spend Her Time than Blogging

Friday, while Peter and a couple of his Footnote homeboys rode Porcupine Rim, I hiked to Delicate Arch.

I love this part of the world. Achingly. Hopelessly.

Sign I'm old #762: I overheard a young woman say to the young man she was with, "It's sick how there's no one here!" and I thought, "But I love how it's not crowded," and "Hmm, does she mean that all this beauty is wasted on so few appreciators?" Then I remembered: sick=something good in Young Upstart Speak. I can't help it, when I hear the word sick, it sounds like a bad thing.

Saturday a group of nine of us (mostly Peter's coworkers) went into Dragonfly Canyon in Arches.

Peter's throwing and catching skills came in handy for getting backpacks, ropes, etc. across a series of potholes full of water. (Once citywide MVP in his baseball pony league, dontcha know.)

He wouldn't throw me across. I had to jump in.

First rappel, just after that last pothole.

Russell and Brent setting up the second rappel.

View from the top.

Walking down the wall.

I am sorry if this is making you ooze with jealousy. If I were reading this post instead of writing it, it would be killing me. I am totally buying flowers for Helen and my Dad for watching the kids so that I could go.

The whole group, after the beautiful hike the rest of the way out to Courthouse Wash. Russell, in the green hat, was our guide and the ropes expert. His wife Molli (in blue) carried a full sized pack of gear the whole way and washed the mud off of my feet with the last of their drinking water. Sure, we were all headed back into civilization and its plentiful water sources, but still.