Sam, Becky and I motored out of Aspen on Friday afternoon to meet Uncle Dave, Emmy, and Grandma in Moab for Sam's first full-blown camping trip. But by the time we got there, we couldn't find anywhere to camp, so we camped in Grandma's hotel room on Main Street. Here is a shot of Grandma and Sam sitting around the "fire."
But "camping" or not, we had a great time. Here is glam / hippy Becky at Delicate Arch:
Sam saw most of the Arches in extreme comfort . . .
. . . so comfortable that he missed half the Arches we saw.
But there was a lot of rock and sand to be played in . . .
. . . and photos to be taken by Becky Busath
Dave and I took the 4Runner out on "Fins n Things," and then up the Baby Lions Back . . .
. . . notice the rear wheel off the ground!
. . . but there were still plenty of Arches to see.
. . . and some amateur canyoneering for kicks
But with plenty of sun on the faces and several miles of desert wandering on the legs, Sam had had enough. So we motored back east into Colorado with an exhausted baby.
After incessant overheating and head gasket problems, we finally put the Subaru down. I tried to sell her back to a Subaru dealer in Glenwood Springs, but after they took a look, they offered me a whopping $0. But Craigslist did the trick. This morning, the Subaru was towed away forever, and I was left standing in the snow with the proceeds: enough to cover the initial tow-job to Glenwood Springs and lunch at the "Village Smithy" in Carbondale on the way back to Aspen.
But this morning, we shed no tears. And all in all, I am glad to be rid of the Subaru even if I couldn't get anything for it. Adeu Subaru . . .
