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As I scroll through this blog now and then, I can’t help but notice how many photos of sunsets I post. I guess I just like them.

To wit, here’s another one we saw as we were driving through Montana on our way home…

We’ve had our Tesla for a little over a year, and taken it on several epic road trips. We’ve had great success charging at Tesla’s so-called Superchargers; they seem to be spaced just far enough apart that we can make it from one to the next. Montana is a little sketchy because there’s one particular stretch that’s tricky in the winter (when battery efficiency is lower). But so far, no troubles.

Despite that, it seemed prudent to have more options than just Tesla’s charging network, so we procured a CCS adapter which will allow us to use any CCS charging station (that’s one of several “standards” in the electric vehicle industry, J-1772 and CHAdeMO being others). Just for kicks, we figured we’d give it a whirl today. We pulled up to an Electrify America station and plugged in.

It worked great, and we enjoyed lunch an easy hundred-yard walk away while the car charged.

With more options, charging has become slightly less stressful, and as America builds out a nationwide charging network (using CCS) it’ll be even more of a breeze than it already is. Sweet!

… I finished a house project that went completely according to plan. Most of the time I get halfway into a project only to discover it’s more complicated than I thought, I don’t have the right tools, I’m missing a part, or it’s just going to require a professional.

Today I replaced several light switches, and every one of them worked perfectly after being swapped out. Whoa.

I won’t let it go to my head, though. I’m sure the next house project will be an unmitigated disaster.

Continuing our annual tradition, Thom and I talked about a “fall trip” and spitballed some ideas for destinations in Utah. I suggested a few ambitious trails up in the Uintas, and he kind of shrugged it off and said we should hit the desert. We often go to the mountains, so it makes sense to take advantage of all that amazing red rock in the Beehive State. We agreed on the Canyonlands.

As always, it was a great opportunity for me to practice my photography. It’s probably interesting for people to watch the two of us hop out of the car to snap a shot from the side of the road, simply because it’s a cool view!

After picking up Thom at the airport, we trucked south and pitched our first camp near Goblin Valley. We’ve been there before, but it’s always breathtaking to be reminded of the sheer vastness of the desert. You can gaze out over mile after mile of scrub brush, across a seemingly unending landscape littered with red rocks jutting from the earth.

The “golden hour” is more like the “orangish-red hour” in the sandstone desert. Sunsets are spectacular.

At my insistence, we hiked a slot canyon called Little Wild Horse. Slot canyons are fascinating places, with painted rocks and curvy walls that feel like something out of an artist’s sketchbook.

We navigated the canyon, at times barely able to squeeze between the sheer walls. I noticed a little guy scurry up the sandstone by my shoulder.

As Little Wild Horse Canyon tapers off, the trail leads into Bell Canyon. It has a completely different feel, with the enormous imposing rock walls that seem to dominate southern Utah.

This area is part of the San Rafael Swells, and is filled with massive rock strata that’s been uplifted over eons. The photo below isn’t crooked; the rocks are angled that way as they’ve been pushed up from below. So cool!

After a day in the Swells, we headed over to Canyonlands. I’ve been there before but somehow I’d forgotten how absolutely huge the landscape is when you’re staring out across miles of canyons carved by the Colorado and Green Rivers.

It’s October, so the weather is cooler, but still in the mid-70’s. Interestingly, when you’re out hiking (or even driving) in this desert, somehow it feels like it’s in the 90’s. The sun is relentless, and a few wispy clouds add interest to the sky but little shade.

The following day we explored the outskirts of Moab, including the incredible drive along the Colorado River near Arches.

Our final destination that evening was Fisher Towers. We got to talking with a woman in Moab who was asking about my Tesla, and she mentioned that the name was supposed to be Fissure Towers, because of the formations there, but there must’ve been some kind of clerical error by a mapmaker. Regardless of the name, they’re imposing even from afar.

As we came closer, the rock was even more impressive in the fading sunlight. (No, I didn’t ramp up the saturation in these photos– the rocks are really this color!)

With the sun sinking toward the horizon, we started on a hike to a viewpoint somewhere in these tumbled rocks. The trail was fascinating, winding its way around and into a network of small canyons and gullies.

Finally our time was up, and the sun dropped beneath the distant mesas. Thom snapped a few last shots.

Once again, I really enjoyed the time out in nature, and the time with my favorite brother. Until next fall…

Ollie’s about a year and a half old now, and he’s a ton of fun. Pepper and I had the opportunity to babysit him for a few hours, and we had a great time outside.

He loves pushing this Tonka dump truck up and down the sidewalks for blocks around the apartment. (Note: it’s not actually his truck; it usually just sits in the courtyard of the apartment complex and is apparently a communal truck for all the little kids.)

We went to the park, which was about half a mile away. His little legs got tired, so he got to ride “up high” with grandpa.

He loved the swing.

The slide was super lame, though. Grandma tried to make it fun, but basically the two of them just kind of slowly scootched down it, squeaking the whole way.

It’s fun to watch him explore and learn about the world. Before we know it, he’ll be a surly teenager who just wants to play video games and stare at his phone. I guess we should enjoy these days while we can!

Green River, Utah is apparently known for its… watermelons? I don’t know what that’s all about. But there are melon stands everywhere in town (admittedly not a very big town) and a gigantic wooden watermelon slice sitting in a parking lot. So, naturally…

After the storm…

… comes the light.

The funny thing is, these photos are completely unrelated. They were taken almost two weeks and a thousand miles apart. But I still think they’re cool.

My lovely bride is getting quite good at the uke…

Today we gathered up the fam and went on a hike in Cuivre River State Park. I love saying “Cuivre River”… catchy. We circumnavigated Lake Lincoln, which is a pretty little lake which happens to be (pointed out by Kari) shaped like a cat.

With beautiful weather again, Mom and Dad suggested we hop on some bikes and ride along the Katy Trail. It’s a 240-mile path along old railroad tracks, generally following the Missouri River through the center of the state. Dad led the way and set the pace: a breezy 15mph. The scenery was great.

In all I think we covered a little over twenty miles. The day before, we’d done something like twelve on trails near the community college.

It was good to get out on a bike again; we don’t have much opportunity to do it around Montana.