Ass Crack Rock in Arches National Park

Ok, while enjoying the scenery at Arches National Park in Moab, Utah today I had to take a picture. I took the picture of this rock because my wife and I -almost simultaneously - looked at the rock, then looked at each other and said, "That looks like an ass crack sitting on a toilet."

A lot of rocks in Arches National Park have a name, so my wife and I looked at the map in hopes we would see "Ass Crack....", but there was nothing of the sort.

So we officially named it and marked it with the GPS. If you are ever in the area, check these coordinates:

N38 39.759
W109 35.294

At the above waypoint you will be at the viewing point for Ass Crack Rock.

Take a look at the image and see if you can stretch your imagination a bit to see Ass Crack Rock.

Maybe the humor of it is lost on others, or maybe we are twisted, but there is no doubt that my wife and I do our thinking on the same wave length.

Destination Moab: Nightmare at the Comfort Inn Suites

I'll be honest, I tried to save a couple bucks while planning the stay at Moab. That was a huge mistake. Note to self: You get what you pay for!

We got to the Comfort Inn Suites in Moab around 8 pm. My entire family was exhausted and ready to crash. When we walked in the front door I liked what I saw. The foyer was a nice Southwest theme with Kokopellis and lizards. I liked it. I quickly got our key and headed to our room. We opened the door and right away my wife wasn't happy.

My wife is a stickler on bathroom cleanliness and I can't blame her. I don't particularly enjoy seeing scum from someone else in an area that I'm trying to get clean in. I tried to let things slide for a while and tried to make the best of it by suggesting we go to the indoor pool. One of the requirements I had for our accommodations.

When we walked into the pool I was greeted by a barking dog. "What the hell is a dog doing in the pool area?" The owner didn't appear right away and I walked towards it. As I rounded the corner where the dog was I saw a man around 50 and what looked to be a 20 year old hooker trying as fast as they could to put their clothes back on. I turned around to my wife and son and said "Rule 1: No one goes in the hot tub!"

Once we sufficiently embarrassed the couple and they left, we looked at the pool. The pool was this cloudy brown and I could barely see the bottom. I knelt down and got a handful of the water and put it to my nose. Usually when a pool looks this cloudy it means it has too much chlorine in it. Not this pool! I didn't smell any chlorine in it! It was disgusting and I turned to my wife and son and said "Rule 2: No one goes in the pool!"

We headed back to the room and tried to take showers instead. Only one problem; the faucet didn't work and we couldn't get hot water. When I tried to call the front desk I was unable to. For some reason we just got a dial tone...

My attention went back to trying to get hot water, while my wife filled the sink to wash her face. Well, within 5 min of my wife filling the sink, all the water had drained from the sink onto the bathroom floor!

At this point my patience was done and I just wanted to sleep. Neither of us trusted that the sheets were clean. Luckily we had some blankets in the car. We brought them up and laid on those while sleeping on the bed.

My original plan was to stay in the Comfort Inn Suites for 3 nights. After the first night I woke up bright and early and asked my wife to pack while I hunted down a new hotel. I found a Holiday Inn Express and as soon as I was booked in that hotel, I checked out of the Comfort Inn Suites.

We will NEVER visit a Comfort Inn Suites again!

Caution: 40+ Mile Per Hour Gusts

Today I headed North to Wyoming. Roughly ten miles after I crossed the border I saw a highway sign that was lit up and read, "Caution: 40+ Mile Per Hour Gusts." That wasn't the interesting part. The interesting part was that directly below the sign was a Peterbuilt tractor and trailer tipped over and laying on its side in the median. The first thing that popped into my head was "Is that for real, or are they trying to prove a point here..."

It got me to thinking about the wind a bit and I realized a simple fact. Wyoming IS windy! However, they seem to know that. If you look to the east from I-25 you are able to see a wind farm where they are capturing this renewable resource and transforming it into energy.

If you head back across the border into Colorado you reach a road called Buckeye Road. Here is where Colorado gets a large part of it's energy. They get it from burning some non-renewable energy. You can tell it is non-renewable because of the giant smoke stack that rises from the power plant.

The strange part is that the Buckeye Power Plant in Colorado and the the wind farm in Wyoming are only 20 or so miles a part. Both have the same 40+ mile per hour gusts. So why doesn't Colorado have a wind farm?

The funny part is that Wyoming is stereotyped as being the dumb cowboys. So what does that make us Coloradoans when we are not taking advantage of such renewable resources?