Traveling home

We knew that the hardest parts of this trip would be getting to the border, and coming home. It's only a couple of hours from San Felipe to Mexicali, where we waited an hour and a half to head through US immigration. We never did see a Mexican side, so we still have not turned in our Mexican tourist card or had our passports stamped. Oh well. We were not about to wait in that line a second time.

We drove back through Yuma, Phoenix, and Flagstaff, going from Sonoran desert to mountains and pine trees on another windy day. Yuma on a windy day is my definition of purgatory. I'll take the cold of a Boulder winter day anytime. We spent the night in Tuba City, Arizona, on the edge of the Hopi lands. The Moenkopi hotel was a treasure! Absolutely gorgeous inside and out. Almost as beautiful as the monuments of stone that greeted us the next morning.

Our intermediate destination for the last mini-vacation of the trip was a stop in Moab. Kelly had run the Canyonlands Half and was waiting for us. Fortunately she was not hobbling like she had been after St George marathon, so we were able to hike some of the shorter trails in Arches. Delicate Arch is always a favorite, even though you feel as if you are going to slide off the sandstone.

Before the sun set and we also had a chance to visit Landscape Arch.

We couldn't leave Moab without a trail run. Kelly found us the Jackson Trail along the Colorado River. We didn't climb all the way up to the mesa, but it was a spectacular way to start the day, and begin the final trek back to Boulder.

Muneca and Quixote