Utah was only a few hours away from here. We continued on the highway traveling through the mountains at sunset.
It was around 8pm, we were going 80mph, and the only ones on the road. We didn't plan on where we were going to sleep that night. We just drove. Adventure awaited...
We arrived at Arches National Park. It was dark and it felt pretty creepy being in a national park not knowing where we are going, what is around us, where we were going to settle for the night, and without cell phone service.
There was a map which showed a campground across the other side of the entrance. We drove, and drove, and drove, for miles and miles this park just did not end. It said the campground was an 18 mile drive to get there... and we had only gotten halfway.
We decided to just stop in a nearby parking lot off to the side, put a blanket down in the back of our car, snuggled close, and closed our eyes.
It was freezing. The temperature must have been 20 degrees or maybe even less.
Not only was it cold, but I was very paranoid that someone was going to knock on our window saying we couldn't park there so I kind of slept with one eye open while Stuart had no problem getting his good nights rest.
All of a sudden a flashlight shone from a distance. I perked my head right up to see what it was. It was a man coming from the mountains with a flashlight but it looked as if he were lost with the way his flashlight was walking in circles and then pausing.
We thought to ourselves "why would someone be hiking in the middle of the night, when its freezing out, and alone?" just plain crazy! Well, turns out, it was a photographer who had been there many times before taking a picture of the most famous arch because the stars were out that night.
It was early the next morning that we woke up to frost on the inside of our windows. But we were so excited to see what was around us. We packed up our backpacks and set out for the delicate arch.