I went on a biking trip to Moab this weekend. I never rode my bike on any singletrack. It was a weird, weird time but I managed to have a little fun laughing at it all. Here's a summary of how it went:
Drive to Moab for 6 hours.
Set up tent and everyone almost gets blown away it's so windy.
Wake up in the morning (does not imply anyone actually got any sleep) and take a couple hours finding a new campsite.
Set up new camp and get ready for biking.
Tent blows away - with me in it. Twice.
Shove my tent in a car while getting blasted with sand.
Get to the trail head and the one person in the world I don't want to see is parked there.
Immediately start freaking out and heading back to camp.
Went hiking in Arches instead and cried a lot. Had good company though :).
Went to dinner, rode a hardware store fish and went back to camp.
Wow - it's actally a nice night now and we can have a camp fire.
Slept in a car because my tent might blow away.
Get up and ready to ride.
Ride to the trailhead to avoid a $20 shuttle fee.
Wait for 1.5 hours while freezing my ass off - group never shows.
I go back to camp and get out my emergency blanket to try to warm up. All my stuff is in a car in town that I have no key to, oh and my wallet is in there too doh.
Make a fire to keep warm with the stuff left at camp (2 in our group were staying another night).
People show up and by now it's pretty obvious they didn't get shuttled to the top of the Porcupine Rim trail.
Many apologies.
Ride from camp to town.
Drive home for 6 hours.
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Haha, you're like that guy that survives environments, but you don't have the TV crew and the ... um, salary for it.
That guy can catch dinner with shoe laces, seriously.
I want to learn how to catch dinner with my shoe laces. Probably wouldn't have helped me in the middle of the desert though...
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