Day 35
Sunday 29th July
After much cursing and loss of skin we get the belts off but it takes much longer abuse to replace them. The job is simple but the engine is cleverly designed so tools can’t fit. By midday we are done and leave for Moab - a long drive ahead. Came across a wonderful field littered with ancient car wrecks.
Uneventful good weather drive to the Utah border and the green plain landscape doesnt change very much. Then we crest a rise and the desert is ahead with huge outlandish crags dropped into the open space. Lisa feels the height and I feel the heat. We stop by a huge dome halfway to Moab to rest my back and marvel.
At Mesa Verde we had met a snowbird who recommended a primitive campsite on Goose Island just past Moab on the Colorado river. We found a spot right by the water with a huge red cliff towering over us on the other side of the river.
Another great sunset stretches a moving tableau of faces on the cliff wall. Slightly confused by a late night echoing megaphone boat trip passing by, reminiscent of Apocalypse Now.