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No photos, sorry. I was driving cross-country from California to Virginia and decided to "stop in" at Moab. I got there around noon and rode the trail, and then dragged my beaten and sweat-soaked body to one of the 3 motels in town to book a room, collapsed into a heap, and then got back on the road the next day. Thinking back, I should have purchased one or two of those throwaway film cameras that were popular in the early to mid nineties.
I'd like to have checked out some of the other trails as well when I was there, but I had always read that Slickrock was the ultimate trail, so I chose to take it on, and afterwards I was in no condition for any other trails. If I ever get back to Moab, I might go a few miles down slick rock and then turn around and go check out some of the other trails. There's no way I want to go thru that much torture ever again, even if I were in top shape. I did it once and I'm done.
No photos, sorry. I was driving cross-country from California to Virginia and decided to "stop in" at Moab. I got there around noon and rode the trail, and then dragged my beaten and sweat-soaked body to one of the 3 motels in town to book a room, collapsed into a heap, and then got back on the road the next day. Thinking back, I should have purchased one or two of those throwaway film cameras that were popular in the early to mid nineties.
I'd like to have checked out some of the other trails as well when I was there, but I had always read that Slickrock was the ultimate trail, so I chose to take it on, and afterwards I was in no condition for any other trails. If I ever get back to Moab, I might go a few miles down slick rock and then turn around and go check out some of the other trails. There's no way I want to go thru that much torture ever again, even if I were in top shape. I did it once and I'm done.