Tuesday, June 24, 2008

HAPPY MOOB!!!













This past weekend was MMT 2008 (Massive Moab Trip), the third annual exodus to the magical land of Moab, Utah with about 200 people mainly from the Provo/Salt Lake area. If you haven't heard about this trip, you are definitely missing out on one of the greatest friend/memory-making experiences of your life and should come partake of MMT goodness next year. MMT sets you up with 200 insta-friends that would be more than happy to share their summer with you. It's so AWESOME! So here's a little break down of the trip...





Carly (sister), Abbie (might-as-well-be-sister) and myself headed down to Moab late Thursday evening along with the Justin/Kendall/Mike caravan. We made it to Happy Moob around midnight and started into the canyon to find our campsite which was about 9 miles in. After about 12 miles and some serious off-roading in an Altima with two sketchy axels, we rendezvoused with other MMTers and camped off the road because our scheduled campsite was taken over by aliens/monsters/hostile enemy campers or something like that. Needless to say, we got ZERO sleep, even though I totally insisted about 400 times that we sleep in the car for some peace and quiet. Forget it. We totally froze and were so uncomfortable, but don't worry...a true Moabite never backs down. My little group of girls left before the rest of the crowd to peace out to McDonalds to grab a bite, wash faces, and change into our suits for a day on the Colorado river. The river trip was most excellent! Juh brought a Jolley Roger (Skull and Crossbones) flag, and Dain dubbed our raft the 'Yellow Banana' and we took over just about every other raft out there thanks to our fearless captain/river guide the Dreaded D-Train (aka Derek). It was a crazy good time and we all felt like the $50 price tag was well worth it.





After we Pirates decided to retire, we hit the local swimming pool for a quick dip and a shower (YEA!) which was definitely worth the three bucks we had to pay. Then we swung over to Zax pizza before heading up to delicate arch. We beat every one else up there and really got to enjoy the beauty of Arches without having to deal with a bunch of people. That place is SO gorgeous! I love Moab, it's the greatest place in Utah!





We decided to get some sleep Friday night by crashing in the last available room in the entire city with 8 people. I have never slept so good in my life! I laid down on the bed and was completely out until 8 o'clock the next morning.





That day we hit Sand hill, swam Ken's (yeah, it was named after me) Lake, and then hiked up to Left Hand for some serious cliff-jumping. Left Hand is probably my favorite place in Moab. Last year's MMT spawned some daredevil tendencies and now I LOVE jumping off stuff. So hitting Left Hand again was a nice was to connect to my inner Evil Kinevil. I tried a couple jumps that I didn't try last year and loved them. Maybe next year I'll have the guts to do a backflip or something crazy.





Well, MMT 2008 wrapped up with a stellar BBQ provided by the brethren (Austin, Jake, Paul, John, Juh, etc.) which included Austin's grilling bounty (40 lbs of steak and 20 lbs of chicken) and topped off with banana's foster. YUM! Delicious food, good friends, sweet hikes, and jumping off cliffs; what else is there?!





All in all, this was definitely one of the best trips I've ever been on. I'd like to thank Carly and Abbie (my ladies!) for coming down this year and letting me gush about how awesome Moab truly is. I think they felt the fire!

3 comments:

Abbie said...

Ken! I love you! Happy Moob! It truly was the best trip ever, so much fun! And I loved the talks we had. You're a babe! LOVES YA!

Kate said...

I'm too jealous to leave a proper comment.

Lorina said...

Hey lady friend!! It's nice to see you are alive and kicking! You look like you are having a ball..

Hey.. question.. since you are a swim coach, do you teach little kids? Like Brooklyn who is 2 1/2? Even if it's private lessons.. I really really want her to learn to swim! Let me know k.

Hugs