David and I have been together for 3 years, 2 months and 16 days (but who's counting) and we have been on exactly 2 trips alone together. Once we went to Priest Lake because it was Mothers Day and Anna was with her dad and I was pitiful. The other time we went to Santa Cruz to celebrate David's 50th birthday.
All other trips have been with Anna and almost always to see family. Who we love, but you know, that can't really be considered a vacation. Our then there was our honeymoon, which was FABULOUS, but we took not only our 8 year old, but also David's mom, his 2 brothers (one of whom kept asking me to rub his feet), two nephews aand a sister-in-law. And that's just who shared our house with us. Then there were about 10 other friends who joined us for the week in Maui. Don't get me wrong, it was an absolute blast, and we wouldn't have changed a thing. But David and I? We need a vacation. ALONE.
And so we've decided to go to Moab in April. We're taking our mountain bikes because Moab is famous for its world-class mountain-biking trails. Don't worry, we checked: they have bunny hills. We've rented a darling little cottage near downtown with a BBQ and a lovely yard and we'll ride, eat, drink, hike, rest, read, ride, drink, hike and eat.
Moab and the desert of Southern Utah is one of my favorite places in the world. Generally, if you tell people you're taking a vacation to Utah, they think you've either got a screw loose or that you're planning on snatchin yourself a couple of new wives. But I'm telling you, there is nowhere in the world like Southern Utah. And April is the best time to go: the desert is just coming back to life after winter, the cactus begin to bloom and the birds are migrating through. And the weather is perfect: not too hot, not too cold, but juuuuust right.
I am so excited I can hardly stand it. Aaahhh. It's nice to have a trip to look forward to.