One of my (Karen) favourite things we’ve done since starting our large family travel adventure nearly 9 months ago was our visit to Arches National Park. When I discovered that it was only a 2 hour drive from our summer base camp I figured we’d make a day trip there before we headed south to winter in Mexico.
Yesterday was a great time to do it, to be able to share it with Rauchelle and Marin!
We’ve had cooler temperatures this week in Colorado so I checked to see that Moab, UT was also having cooler days, and yes they were expected to be under 100 making it do-able to go and hike the rocks there.
So different than our first visit in November where we donned hats & socks on hands and were chased by snow (that caught up to us) from Moab through Colorado all the way down into Arizona. Today we sweated, drank gallons of water, sought shade, devoured organic grapes all the while remembering our first visit here with such great memories.
Now we’ve made memories with Rauchelle & Marin.
Lunch time came and we found shelter with a picnic table, pulled out a feast of foods and dreamed of napping. Instead we headed out of the park in the afternoon heat, Everette thinking of a coffee to help keep him awake on the drive home. Before we left the park, however, Rauchelle decided to do the walk through Park Avenue (while Marin slept in her carseat) but then was joined by her dad, then choosing to run the mile thru the passageway where we picked them up at the south parking lot. Undoubtedly, that woke Everette up!
Heading south out of Moab my hawk-eye husband who stops for lost things along the highway turned around to check if it were a piece of brown metal….or was that a wallet? Sure enough, it was a Canucks wallet with a credit card loose along the centre line.
Rummaging thru the wallet to look for identification Rauchelle immediately recognized a Fire Arms license and we saw “Canada” across the back. Somebody on vacation was going to pull up to a gas station or restaurant later today and discover they had no means to pay. Must have fallen out of a pocket of a motorcyclist.
We discovered a business name so I looked it up on Canada 411 to retrieve a phone # which led us to getting a cell number. Phoning on Chelle’s cell Brad picked up when he saw a call from Portland, as his relatives from Portland had just left the family reunion and he thought it might be them. Otherwise he wouldn’t have picked up, probably because roaming charges are soooo expensive.
Telling him that she thinks she found his wallet I could hear him thru the phone say “No Way!!” Turns out, he was expecting the person on the phone to be a relative, and he hadn’t actually realized until that moment that his wallet was lost. He couldn’t find it, but he thought he had left it back at his campsite. And no, he wasn’t on a motorcycle but in a big pickup. How it fell out??…..well, it probably fell off, somewhere he had put it down like maybe the running board.
Anyways, Brad was thrilled to retrieve the wallet when we met him and his wife back in Moab, especially since they head back to Canada tomorrow.