We started off the day with a great breakfast at the comfy Parowan Café. Kurt, you should have been with us, because for only $1 you can enter the raffle to win a Savage Axis Bolt Action 30-06 rifle! Only catch is that you have to be there to win. After filling our bellies, we headed to Arches National Park. Once on Highway 70, we saw absolutely nothing living for about 30 minutes – no cars, dogs, cats, birds, coyotes, people, NOTHING. For a few minutes, we wondered if we were in one of those post apocalypse movies, but then suddenly, we saw a Wal-Mart truck in the distance. Thanks to the loyal Utah taxpayers, the highway was smooth, like black velvet. About two hours and a 1,000 kamikaze insects later, we arrived at our destination. Arches National Park is where it is because of salt. Salt beds under the sandstone buckled and liquefied thrusting the sandstone upward, or heaving it into cavities. Then the Moab fault came through and screwed things up even more. And the rest is 100 million years of erosion. It was 100 degrees in the shade, but we filled our water bottles and set out to see the formations – the Three Gossips, Sheep Rock, Double Arch, North and South Window, and then we literally ran out of steam, or should I say that our blood was steaming. So, we settled in at the hotel, and reviewed our pictures in the heavenly cool room.
