Hiking Fisher Towers

Mid-morning, Mike and I regretfully leave the amazing hospitality of Steve and Paulette and head west on I-70, then south on I-128, the scenic drive to Moab, UT.  The views of mountains, red-rock cliffs and prairie are spectacular.  Mid-afternoon, as we marvel at the thin, tall rock spikes to the east, Mike suddenly turns off at a sign indicating Fisher Towers.  We drive about two miles out a primitive road and stop at a crowded parking lot.  We put on hiking shoes and head up the trail for what is designated a 4-mile hike, averaging about 3 hours, out and back.   The narrow path, over ledges and rocks, is dotted with spring flowers in red, yellow and purple, and low, wind-whipped bristle cone pines.  Two groups of rock climbers are scaling the thin red rock needles.  We rest while chatting with a family from Boulder and then a group of teachers from Pittsburgh.  When we return to the camper, we decide to spend the night right there, parked next to three young scruffy rock climbers.  The girl and one guy, married, are physicists and the other guy is a music teacher, all who live to climb.  I fix us a large salad; we read a while and then turn in early, grateful that we can stop where and when we want in our dry camping EcOasis Advanced RV Sprinter motorhome.