Granola

This past week I had a few days off from work, and well, Steve doesn't go to school half the time as his motivation for learning and completing mundane, brainless busywork has drastically declined due to his acceptance into grad school, SOOOOO.............MOAB!!!! We made the drive down Wednesday afternoon, only got in about an hour of biking that evening before it got dark, camped that night, woke up and biked some more and left! 

While we were there, we did some shopping up and got an ornament that has the Delicate Arch on it (we figured it was rather appropriate) and some stickers for our bikes, kinda to help Steve become closer with his new bike and make it more his "own". OH! HE BOUGHT A NEW BIKE! I don't think I mentioned that. So after his was stolen, he spent a good week or two straight (I'm not kidding...he was glued to local ads on ksl.com and craigslist) watching ads and looking up specs on bikes. We sold my birthday camera :( (tear) and the next day went to go look at one. He loved it, we bought it, 3 days later went down to Moab to  break it in. I'll let the pictures tell the story:

Yes, it was 60 degrees and perfect (a.k.a. warmer than Provo! Woohoo!!!)

I think he likes his new toy :) 

We heart our bikes, mine is Lola, his is Roxy Jr. (in memory of Roxy). 

Stop making fun of us in your head right now. 

So we almost get to the top, and we had to both get off our bikes and hike them the rest of the way because of how windy it was....the wind was pushing us, which could have ended with us both down the mountain with our bikes on top of us in pieces, limbs detached scattered here and there, heads bouncing about, you get the picture...

My feeble attempts at starting the fire did not bode so well

So the man helped 

It was a 'team' effort...except we had these 3 HUGE logs (in addition to our other fuel) we got the day prior from someone cutting down a tree. Would they light after 3 hours of sitting in a fire? Nope. Did I wake up at 4am to smoke and a firepit full of burning logs? Yeeeeeeees. Not so cool. 

Needless to say, we heart Moab!

 Last week I cooked a chicken. Like a real, live, everything included chicken that grows up on a farm and is born purely to be killed, cooked, and eaten by me. OK, it wasn't alive per-say, but it might as well have been. Would I do it again? Probably not. The chicken was delish, but you can buy that goodness for $4.99 with 2 hours less the work and it'll last you two meals. That's what I call America. Thank you Obama.

And this is what Steve does with his spare time...what a man...