Removing The Commander from the Southwest is like pulling a kid out of a toy store. Kicking and screaming she finally managed to leave our wonderful campsite on the Paria River. We stayed two more days than planned and got to see a couple more neat places. We went to the White Water Pockets and managed a hike down the Paria from where we were camped. The Kadizzles have been in the top, up the bottom, and explored the middle, some day we will have to take the 35 mile hike. Yesterday we made it to the Colorado River above Moab. Moab was going nuts with the people who think you cannot enjoy the outdoors unless you have four wheels under you. As the nation suffers from obesity it is easy to see why. Every contraption that could use a motor to take you where you should walk was there. I have nothing against four wheel drive used judicially, but seeing the insane addiction to horsepower displayed there was sickening. The damage these things do to the natural areas is amazing. If the gas crises does nothing else perhaps it will bring some of these people to there senses. On the way to Moab we passed through Navajo country on the most perfect day. Monument Valley shone in all it's glory, but everywhere you go you get the sense the West is being overun. The housing collapse may be a good thing because it will give people time to pause and rethink the mess we are making out of the planet with the McMansions. Now we sit at Erin's in Evergreen unwinding from todays drive. The poor Toyota just barely made it over the passes on route 70.
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