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.
