Moab was full of rugged young guys and women who seemed to always be on the lookout for the next big adventure—rappelling down into a deeper canyon, climbing a higher arch, biking a narrower trail, or riding a bigger current. I spent most of the time feeling like I wasn’t quite bold enough to be there, but wishing I was.
Our campsite was gorgeous. It had a swimming pond—not pool—in a picturesque setting, shaded by trees, and with a canoe that the boys (ahem…Gerry) managed to flip a couple of times.
On the semi-adventurous side, we did do a river rafting tour. Well, it was more of a river floating tour, with a few rapids thrown in for good measure. Just to add some excitement, one of our tour group members went for a swim a little too far from the boat, ended up riding the waves with his lifejacket, and had to be thrown a rescue rope and pulled in, where our guide gave him a tongue-lashing about “putting the entire boat at risk.”
Overall, it was a really relaxing, pleasant day, with a stop for a picnic lunch on a beach part way through.
Later that night, we went for a jet boat sunset tour. Our guide was hilarious, and, with no other boats on the water, we felt like we had the entire river to ourselves. We even saw a beaver (“Justin Beaver” our guide told us. See? Haha.) As part of the tour, we finished off with a cowboy buffet back on land, with barbecued pork, beef, chicken, and all the fixin’s, including cheesy potatoes. Yum.
So maybe I didn’t earn my Adventure Woman cape this time. That’s OK.