I just moved to a new town, leaving behind the house, the yard, and an early surprise winter storm around the Waterpocket Fold. Hatches battened at the stone house.
Moab is this new town. I will admit that for many years, I have looked upon Moab with suspicion and caution. Moab has fast food restaurants. Moab has a REAL tourism industry that brings in, for example, thousands of Jeep drivers in one weekend alone. There are uranium tailings just a little ways over there. There is a lot of 'just upstream' oil exploration. You can put an 's' on the end of the word thousand to describe how many people live here. These are all things I tend to shy away from.
Moab also affords me the pleasure of getting things done without driving a car. Moab has Moonflower Market (literally a two minute walk from where I live). Moab has a library with regular hours and a meaningful selection of materials (also within a very short walking distance). Moab has local businesses that I could support and/or work at to earn a wage. Moab also has a community of people wanting to do good things - and doing them.
I could get used to Moab.
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| There is a narrow hallway carved into rock, allowing potash to be trained away from the mine. |
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| Hau and I went on a walk up Mill Creek. There are remains of a historic dam up there. |
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| The Slickrock Mountain Bike Trail is NOT easy, as we were led to believe by a bike shop attendent. We got maybe a 1/4 mile in before turning around. Amazingly scenic, though. |
