There is something beautiful that happens when we arrive in the middle of nowhere. All of a sudden the things that take such a precedence in our mind at home suddenly do not seem to matter quite as much.
In fact, they often don't matter at all.
That is the feeling I get when we go down to Moab. And it only takes a couple of days to feel that way. We are not actually in Moab, but 25 minutes outside. There are no stores... there are barely streets. There are no neighbors, really. Just really big rock formations, red mountains and the Colorado river. We love to bike, hike, raft, kayak and just sit and look at the amazing view.
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