When I woke up this morning, I had no idea what I would be doing.
The temp was somewhere below zero. The snow was still piled from the storms.
I figured I’d spend some time inside the apartment, getting some things cleaned up and organized.
Before I rose from the bed, we had decided to make the 300 mile trip to Lake Powell to look at a boat in which I had interest to become an owner.
We made the trip, saw the boat and then took a road neither of us had driven and made our way to Moab.
It might’ve been a crazy decision and the apartment didn’t get cleaned, but what a beautiful part of the country this place is.
I think we made the right decision.