
Soon we were seeing the red, red cliffs of the Arches area.
We were arriving at the right time of the afternoon to view the beautiful
colors. The angle of the sun was making the sandstone appear more red than
sandy brown.
The sign for the entrance to the Arches National Park went
by and another for Moab appeared but before we reached the town, our GPS lady
told us to turn onto a road that followed the Colorado River through a valley
sheltered by towering red cliffs. I began to catch on to why our hotel/resort
for the night was called the Red Cliff Inn. What we didn’t catch when we made the
reservations was that it was almost halfway around the park from the entrance—a
good twenty-five minute drive.

Too tired to do much more than shower and go to dinner, we enjoyed our food on the porch of the restaurant and watched the sun play shadows on the red cliffs as it set. The evening was great but the night was spectacular. Bob made a trip to the car for something and called out for me to come and look. There were so many stars in the sky it was hard to pick out the constellations. Those cowboys knew what they were talking about when they pitched their sleeping gear under the stars and gazed up in awe. There wasn’t a lot of gazing for us. We were off to bed—not a sleeping bag. It would be an early wake up call to be able to catch the sunrise in the park in the morning.
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