afwdwfan
DIS Dad #460
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Blues Brothers!We were on a mission from God.
Oh wait, that was like 2 TR's ago.
Carry on!
That photo is the sole reason we tend to favor the Holiday Inn Express when traveling. Mmmm…cinnamon rolls. So good! And so good for you!



I still think you need to take a whole tray and have them for lunch sometime instead of PB&J.
I mean, just think about it. If you had a tray of those things sitting in the van on a 104 degree day, it would be like they came right out of the oven!
Well, at least you could park somewhere. We went to Smoky Mountain National Park this summer and thought we actually had a good early start on the day for a trail we wanted to hike. We ended up parking along the side of the road near a drop off in an area that wasn't even intended for parking.And when I say half full, I mean the entire paved parking area was full. The overflow dirt/gravel parking area was still available.
The good news??? We were still parked about a mile closer than a lot of cars along the side of the road when we left.
They just need to make that parking lot a little closer. You could park a lot of cars on that rock face.See those little dots on the rock face? Those are hikers on the trail. To see Delicate Arch up close, you have to climb that rock wall. That’s all there is to it. There’s no shade, no level spots on the trail to give you a break beyond the first quarter-mile or so.
Why would I do that? Well, I have certain responsibilities as an American father. I have to teach my kids how to throw and catch a baseball, for example. I have to teach them how to mow the lawn, change a tire on a car, belch on cue, improve any food with bacon and cheese, fix things with duct tape and/or WD-40, ignore piles of clothing on the floor, and the pull-my-finger trick. Among those responsibilities is the need to teach my kids how to ambush people on a lonely trail. You know, in case bad guys are following you. Or maybe it’s someone you know, and you happen to have a filled-to-the-brim Super Soaker. Those types of situations.

He can do that, but he can't walk up a rock face?So, I needed to start Drew’s training, and there was no time like the present. We would disappear around a corner, wait for the kids to catch up, and then jump out with fingers blazing. After a few tries, Baby Drew proved to be a natural. He would point his index fingers at his brothers and sister and say, “Pchew, pchew!”
You've got to drop a pebble off the side and see how long it falls.When you reach the top of the rock face, the trail narrows. Near the end, you have to walk along a ledge with a not-insignificant drop-off to one side. Julie wasn’t a fan of that and instructed everyone to hug the inside of the wall to our right. The rest of us, naturally, thought it was awesome.
Yet when I see a sight like this, I can’t help but think that there’s more to it than just geology and random chance. This looks like it was designed by a master artist to me.

You guys just have no luck with random people taking pictures.There, that’s more like it. Oh, but wait—the focus is—
Sigh. Never mind.
Cool pictures!When our turn came, I sent the kids out. Scotty was nervous, but Sarah held his hand the whole way. How many kids do you think get the chance to do this?
Makes me think of this...It was a group of Japanese women, suddenly surrounding me and Baby Drew. They were chattering and laughing and shouting to each other…and taking hundreds of photos of us. My initial read on this situation was that they obviously had never encountered such a devastatingly handsome man as me, and were overcome by my rugged good looks. But another, more accurate read would say they probably rarely encountered blond-haired, blue-eyed babies and thought Drew was the cutest thing ever. Or maybe baby backpacks were rare in Japan. I have no idea. I stood awkwardly and gave kind of a half wave for the photos. Drew sucked on his sippy cup and seemed nonplussed. Whatever that was, please let me know if you ever go to Japan and see products being endorsed by the local celebrities, Blond Angel Baby and Man Beaten With Ugly Stick. I will need to direct my attorney to sue for royalties.

I'm glad you made the effort to see this. That's pretty cool too. Maybe not quite as awesome as the arch, but still impressive.At the bottom of the trail, within that first quarter mile, there’s a side trail you can take to see petroglyphs, or as we like to call it: ancient graffiti. Being the completists we are, we took the side trail. You’re welcome.
All I know is: I make crude drawings of stick figures on a horse on these rocks, and I get arrested. Other people do it, and it’s preserved as a historic treasure. I hate double standards.


