I rolled over in my sleeping bag and looked at my
watch. “7am. Why is it so hot in here?”
We had set up our tents shortly after 10pm the night before.
The location of that camp was in Little Canyon near the Gooney Bird just
north of Moab
in Utah. Although we had left snow behind us in Denver,
Utah was welcoming us with sunshine and
clear blue skies. Even at 7am.
I crawled out of my tent and stretched my arms high above my
head. “Man! That sun feels good!”
Caveman was leaning on his Jeep with a wrench in one hand
and a sandwich in the other. “My
alternator is broke. I gotta go in to Moab
for another one.”
“You ain’t even out of camp yet, and you broke that thing
already,” I teased as I walked by my
Rocky and gave the front tire a courtesy kick.
To my surprise, it nearly fell off the axle.
Caveman started laughing and nearly choked on his
breakfast. “It ain’t supposed to wobble
like that.”
I shoved my hat back and grinned. “That’s what I said. I ain’t even out of camp yet and I broke this
thing already.”
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