We drove back home from Moab on Friday but not before we stopped at Jailhouse Cafe to eat breakfast. I had seen they had ginger pancakes and thought Gene might want to try them. Plus, it was yet another restaurant less than a block away from our motel. So we got up and were early enough that we could sit on the patio without it being blisteringly hot. While Gene’s pancakes weren’t the kind of ginger I was expecting – they tasted more like gingerbread than ginger – I quite liked the waffle I got and actually ate the entire thing. Gene was impressed as I usually have leftovers when we go out. It was a delicious waffle, thick and soft with chopped walnuts on top and fruit on the side. Put some butter and real syrup on it and oh my goodness it was one of the best waffles I’ve ever had.
We started the drive back soon after breakfast and slowly made our way home. Driving back always seems to take longer than driving out, doesn’t it? There’s some kind of home territory brain thing going on. We stopped to take a short hike right on the edge of Colorado called something like the Trail of Time. At the beginning of the trail there is a working dig site. Supposedly the public can sign up to visit it and help out, if I’m remembering correctly. We didn’t walk over there but it seemed like a neat thing. We walked the mile or so loop and saw a couple of dinosaur fossils. The views weren’t as beautiful as the ones in the national parks, but they were still pretty.
We drove home after that and made it safely back to the house a little before dinnertime. Traffic was really decent, I think I like driving east, out of the mountains, on a Friday evening. The traffic going the other way was a total nightmare, one car accident and the traffic was clearly stopped for an hour or more.
If you want to check out more pictures than I posted on my blog, I made this Google photo album to share my favorites. It was a truly wonderful trip and I’m so grateful I was able to go.