We had a leisurely morning, then went to the thrift shop in Moab, out to lunch at the brewery. I biked around Ken’s lake, but it was so windy it was exhausting.
Last light on the ridge and Mt Tukunikivatz, which means "the place where the sun last shines” in one of the native American tribes from this region. Colorful sunset over the lake.
John Seidel, a friend from Breckenridge area was in Moab and he came out to see the bus and visit this am. Afterwards John M and his reflection cleaned out the furnace. It took two trips to town, including lunch at the brewery and most of the day.
The furnace. A ruin in the campground. I hiked up to the waterfall and around the rocks while John slaved on the furnace.
This is the creek that runs through the campground into the lake. This billy goat was climbing around in the rocks by the waterfall.
They call this Faux falls. It is Mill Creek that they divert through a canal they blasted through the mountain to Ken’s lake to use as the city water. Looking down the falls.
Faux Falls.
John’s Chaco's at dinner. How about this rig, they pulled up with the SUV on the trailer and the boat on top. Little fancier version of the kayaks on the Subaru that we pull.
Sunset on the ridge and a similar sunset over the lake as last night.
Wild flowers I saw today.
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