Moab is cool. Not in the physical sense – it’s something approaching 40C here – but in the ‘bunch of mountain-bikers hanging out having survived another descent’ sense. Personally, I survived a morning hiking in Arches National Park, looking at… uh… arches. Oh, and dodging lizards, too. At least the air here is thick enough to breathe.
Tomorrow, assuming I survive a descent into Fiery Furnace, I head for Navajo country.