Laundry day. We wrap and mail more gifts while the laundry "cooks".
On the recommendation of our broker, Arnie Schwartz, we head to Dead Horse Point, home of fond memories from 1975 for Arnie.
Scrinchy views for us. Ask Bob what that means.
It is called Dead Horse Point because legend has it that a band of horses corralled on the Point without water died within view of the Colorado River 2000 feet below.
The views of the Colorado River are unsurpassed, bordering a butte that looks like an aircraft carrier.
From the top, we see 400 acres of turquoise evaporating fields for the manufacture of potash. They jump out at us as we round the corner due to their unusual color.
This area is called the Pygmy Forest because all the trees are so stunted and twisted, some growing right out of rock.
In the evening we drive to Potash to see the Petroglyphs, and to try to find the factory where the potash evaporators we saw from above originate. We watch with fascination (and maybe a bit of envy) as rock-climbers of all ages rappel with the help of guides to the tops of the cliffs along the road.
The Petroglyphs are the best we have seen. What a shame when tourists or local vandals deface rocks by carving or grafitti, where Native tribes have drawn their pictographs thousands of years ago.
Around sunset, we head up to Spanish Trail Drive, near our RV park, to watch the sunset from a huge rock overlooking The Moab Golf Course. What a contrast between green, heavily irrigated, groomed grass, and the surrounding desert.
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