Moab

After a night back at the infamous Regal after a long hiatus, Pavlik, Neighbor Greg, and I took Pavlik's '85 Civic to Moab for the night and the next.

After enduring Pavlik's insistence that we drive 40 miles out of the way to get ice and that there was no such thing as an open container law in the States, we finally got to our campsite, which sat on the bank of the Colorado facing this wild-ass valley.

Pavlik snapped a nasty one that night.

Waking up it was pretty clear why this campsite was on.

Campsite the morning after. Greg and Pavlik threw chicken bones and

bottles in the fire like some teenagers.

We then made our way downwards to Arches, which was damn wild and full of weird

married couples and Pavlik's "friends from home:" packs of Europeans in

Abercrombie smoking butts on the trail and not smiling.

Greg enjoying the terrain available only to those who aren't weird pale couples,

Europeans or "heavy" people.

Double O Arch.

Wild stone hand 100's of feet high.

Star Wars came to mind... nerds.

Super high up on the arches, you could see foryvah.

Bird Rock.

Bad boyz.

Pavlik and your boy in Double O Arch.

Pavlik got another good one looking back from the campsite.

On the way out. Arches was flippin' badass. Definitely a must-see.

In other news, I am borrowing a camera from a local TV station to re-log a bunch of ski footage

from last season and re-make Video Daze 3... on condition that they get to show it on TV!

My ski film career is blowing up... more to come.