Over the last few weeks I have been thinking a lot about the desert. For some reason the deserts of Utah have a certain romantic draw for me. They are both stark and dramatic, empty, yet never barren. They can be deadly cold or fatally hot. They look simple from afar, but a closer inspection reveals an unending labrynth of canyons, washes, caves, and canyons. Moab sits in a unique spot, where high alpine mountains sit isolated and surrounded by a s…
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