Moab Day 1: Through the Seasons

I've decided to catalogue our days in Moab so we can look back and remember.

Yesterday, we started off for our drive to Moab. The night before, it had snowed throughout Colorado, and everything was blanketed in a beautiful white layer. One reason we love driving to Moab is that sometimes you get to drive through every season.

Breckenridge was stunning, still in the lovely grips of a white winter. Every crevice and crack of Hoosier Pass was outlined by the fresh snow, and the river banks were still piled 3 feet deep in it. As it so often is in Colorado after a snow, the sky was a bright, vibrant blue. A perfect day to ski, but we were moving on to warmer climes.

As we reached Glenwood Canyon, early spring had arrived, and green grass started poking up at the base of the red cliffs.

In Grand Junction, it was late spring and the broom trees (not actual tree name, just what I call them) were already in leaf, and the reeds were growing along the Colorado River.

As we approached Moab, I was hoping, so hoping, to see summer, all the trees in leaf. But, alas, it is only March 30th after all. The forsythia and the cherry trees are blooming and some early cottonwoods are green along the river, but it is still late spring here. But by tomorrow and this weekend, it should be summer temperatures: 70s and even low 80s. Oh, the joy of heat and sun!

The view from where we're staying.

After we arrived last night, we had dinner on the patio of Pasta Jay's, where we could look out onto the sun's fading rays on Slickrock.