Tradition

On our last day in Moab we went out to breakfast with Calvin and Calli, then packed up our things and checked out.  They had to head out but we had the day to play before spending the night in Glenwood Springs on the way home.  We picked up some sandwiches and had a nice picnic at Balanced Rock.  We had plans for more hiking but ultimately decided that the boys just needed some more play time. 

 

An old Roper tradition is rolling Easter eggs down the sand dunes.  My Dad's Dad's family would get together every Easter (still do?) at the sand dunes in Utah near Delta.  We would dig big trenches and build jumps and race our eggs down and see who's would break.  Since it was Easter and there was no shortage of sand, we decided to give it a try.  We dyed eggs the night before and took them to Sand Dune Arch, where the boys were dying to go back to anyway.  There wasn't much of a hill there and the sand was too dry to make much of a trench, but we did some rolling anyway.  Tradition!

There were far fewer people there than the other day, so it was pretty peaceful.

 

Strong boys!

Big jump! 

(he jumped from where his right hand is)

 

 

Goodbye red rocks, until next time!