Usually we just go to Moab for the weekend, but with our hip, swinging new flexi jobs, we are going for the week. I'm going to work while there (might as well be working in Moab as in the Springs, right?). And now that Mike is a store owner, he does whatever he wants...which usually means he works a lot, but also means he can take a trip when he pleases.
Last year when we went to Moab was quite a turning point in our life. I had just gotten home from my South Korea/Philippines trip. The week before I left, we had agreed it was time to bury the ice-cream dream as we weren't getting the funding we needed. When Mike picked me up from the airport, he informed me bleary-eyed in the car with 0 hours sleep under my belt that, amazingly, someone had offered to loan him the full amount needed to open the store.
We were scheduled to take our annual trip to Moab that weekend, so we went unable to believe what had just happened. I will always remember the late Moab afternoon we sat on this big rock, looking out over Moab, and made the decision to take the crazy leap.
After a very quick whirlwind trip to Moab, we rushed back to sign our lives away and our dream into being. Since then, our lives have been on this surreal parallel universe train. And now we're going back for our annual trip to Moab, aware of how life is always the same, always changing, and always unexpected. And that's pretty nice.