Road Trip

I wrote this short poem after a recent trip to Moab, Ut for the Red Hot 50K+

Road Trip

Tomorrow’s run is in Moab,
couple hundred miles away.
Red Rocks, sandstone and vistas;
it’s called the Red Hot 50K.

We sneak out of work early,
to reach Moab before it gets late.
The car is gassed and loaded, so
we’ll head south towards our fate.

Joe’s poised behind the wheel,
the rest of us are spread about.
Carl’s providing directions,
the next exit will be our route.

Over the mountain we’ll travel,
along the river on both sides.
After a quick gas stop in Price,
on to Green River we’ll ride

We take a short run up the freeway,
towards Vail’s big mountain snow.
Hard right at Crescent Junction,
south were the big red rocks grow.

We make it to town before dark
and find our motel for the night
Nothing fancy or pretty; just
a place to rest before day light.



And here is the rest of it.