We took our time getting to Moab and spent the first evening reading a book in the car while Courtney measured, re-measured, computed figures and re-computed before submitting the bid. It was nice to read and not have any "I ought to be doing something else" thoughts. The next morning, we headed out for a hike. Instead of heading to Canyonlands or Arches like normal, we ventured out a different direction and took a hike we hadn't heard of before. I can't remember what the name of hike is, but it's north-east of Moab, and if you have a chance, you really should give it a whirl (I'm a fantastic good tour guide that way). It was quiet, remote, and beautiful. We had a great time.
The third morning we reluctantly packed up and headed home, but since the girls were going to be staying at Grandma and Grandpa's house that evening, we had plenty of time. After a good breakfast, we got on the road and Courtney asked me if there was anything I'd ever wanted to see between Moab and home. "Actually,. . ." I said with a smile. And so it was that I finally fulfilled a long time dream of driving through the historical district of Helper, Utah, a small mining town an hour or so north of Moab. Every time we drive past that place I see the signs touting their famed Historical District, and I can't help but want to explore it a little. Well, now there's one more check on my bucket list, I suppose.
Such a fun, impulsive little getaway we had. I'm a sucker for a few days away with my best guy. So babe, next time you have to make a quick little business trip to slickrock land? I'm all over it.
Except you'll have to give me a minute, please. I'll have to run that by my babysitters.