Moab '07

Well, we have been playing again so here are some more pictures. This post is a little late but we're sure you will get over it.

He's fast like lightening. Before this capable picture taker is able to get a frontal view he passes by like the Tasmanian Devil. The backside is nice don't you think?

I had a great picture of Stacy's posterior that I had planned to put here, but...........

after she was done beating me up, she promised more of the same if I didn't listen.

Sydney perfected this trick as soon as Jared was done pounding the pavement. It's a very technical maneuver that involves climbing, swinging and sliding.

Sydney is about to embark on her first desert adventure into the land of half circles. Can you see the excitement?

She made it! (she is the tiny speck in the middle of the arch)

After all that excitement she decided that she should celebrate by taking a picture of her very patient mother, and her fingers.

Then she decided that she too should get in on the photo-op.


Then I too decided that I should be in on the photo-op. Of course I had to climb to the top of the mountain before they would take my picture.

After witnessing my feat of bravery, Sydney wanted to try the red-rock scramble too.

Can you find Sydney in the next picture?

Once she started, she didn't want to stop. She is the little girl in pink (in the top picture) making her way up to these fabulous arches.

After double arch I decided to take them on a death march to Delicate arch. Stacy liked the hike, but it was a good thing Sydney brought her pack-mule (Jared) along for the hike or she never would have made it.

We could be on a license plate, don't you think?

The above picture is a beautiful view of the arch, but we thought we could do better than that. Here is a picture from the top of the mountain looking down into an adjacent canyon.

And here is the arch.

Sydney and I thought this would be a perfect opportunity for another photo-op. Here she sits at the top of the world.

Stacy didn't want to come up, what with the fear of heights and all.

She was an awfully good sport about letting us endanger our well being though.

It is at this point that the pictures stop. The trip back down was hot and on the whole not as whiny as usual. This is most likely attributable to the downhill grade, the desire to get back to the car so we could stop walking, and the fact that Sydney rode "J" her pack-mule for part of the journey.