Spring Break Utah/Arizona Road Trip

Four friends. One bus ride down the mountain. Four south-bound boat tickets. Two cars. Four new tires.



The players:

One Pastor, slightly obsessed with megafauna and Edward Abbey.



One Artist, sketchbook in back pocket 24/7. Also obsessed with Edward Abbey.



One Crafts Coordinator, slightly afraid of heights.



One member of Team Utilities, photographer extrordiaire.



Six National parks. One State Park. One National Monument. Lots of hikes.




















One camp stove. Twenty-four packets of Starbucks Via. Three boxes of Mac and cheese, two cups of shredded cheddar, one pound of bacon. Ten pounds of oranges.



One sunrise hike.



At least three snowstorms.





One night of 11 degrees. Eight hand warmers.



One day of 85 degrees. Four bottles of sunscreen.



Lots of "picnics."



Thirty-five dollar motel room. Two beds. One hundred square feet. One TV. Two Final Four games.



One friendly rivalry between the photographer with the polarizing filter and the photographer without.



One mullet. Two haircuts (goodbye, mullet!). One sad husband.





Three six-packs of Polygamy Porter.



Three California Condors. Eight Big Horn Sheep.



Five mule trains.



One slot canyon.



Five water color paintings. Ten postcards.



Eight smelly shoes.



Four friends (still friends!). Two cars. One broken muffler. Four return-trip boat tickets. One bus ride up the mountain. Home again.