Mile 1686, Arches National Park.
My first national park of the summer.
Since there was no way the Scout and I were going to even attempt the Jeep trails, I decided on a tour.
Traveling alone, there isn’t a way to take a tour solo that isn’t cost prohibitive but there’s also no good reason you can’t join someone else’s. About ten of us set out over bone jarring trails, some of which would’ve been challenging to walk.
Our guides took us to the Whale’s Eye Arch first thing, over nearly vertical expanses of slickrock, so named because cowboy’s horses couldn’t get purchase with their horseshoes. Not a problem for our rubber soles. It severely tested my fear of heights to be walking so easily toward the downwardly rounded edge of nothing. The views were worth it, though. @ Eye Of The Whale Arch
Go, Haley, Go! 