
We had been planning a trip to California and Arizona over Christmas break, but as we got closer and realized that Neil had some extra days off that we weren't anticipating, we decided to leave a few days earlier, nab a last-minute Airbnb in Moab, and spend some time hiking through Arches and Canyonlands. So we had Christmas early and then set out on the 23rd!

I love stopping for a few hours in St. Louis; it's far enough away that we've had a decent chunk of time in the car and it's nice to get out and spend some time exploring. This time we opted for the zoo, since we haven't been there for a few years.

When Luke was little, we had to actively tell him that he could *not* put one of these penguins in his backpack (they're right there! So close! So tempting!).
And then we drove through the night and woke up to glorious warm temps in Utah!!

I was sooo proud of myself for getting Fiery Furnace tickets for everyone (a huge feat considering how hard they've been to get in the past) but now tbh I regret it a little...

But gosh this place is gorgeous! We were planning to spend our entire day just exploring side trails and dead ends.

We stopped for a snack at the top of one steep section of slickrock (the kind where you go up on all fours) and I think maybe we sat there long enough that my joints stiffened up in the cold? Or maybe it was the lower Salmon trail runners I was wearing rather than high-topped hiking boots. Not sure, but as I was walking along preparing to pick my way down, my right ankle just caved out of nowhere and I fell over and it hurt SO bad I was worrying it had broken. I lay there for probably ten minutes fighting nausea and waiting for the pain to go down, then very carefully scooted my way down the rock and gingerly tested it out. Holy cow it hurt!! Juliet was wearing my normal boots so I ended up swapping her shoes (and then she rolled her ankle, stupid trail runners!) to hike back out of the Fiery Furnace, which...if you've hiked in there, it's more of a scramble than a hike.

I took this picture of Skull Arch while I was lying on my back trying not to throw up from pain, fun times.

So we scrapped our fun plans to stay in the Furnace all day and started hiking back out, probably about 2 miles at that point?

Then we got back to the car and I checked out the swelling, which was already pretty bad. So we dug ice out of the cooler and I spent the rest of the day alternating ice with just elevation. Neil and the kids went down Park Avenue and I drove around to meet them at the end; I stayed in the car while they were exploring the Window area. Not at all how I envisioned the afternoon going!

We had planned to hike Devil's Garden but ended up scrapping that and going to our Airbnb; I was SO happy we had decided last-minute on the rental vs. camping, since it meant ice, a plug for my hot pad, a hot tub to soak my ankle, and a giant soaking tub for an Epsom salt bath that night! Seriously pulling out all my tricks for speedy healing--or at least minimizing swelling so I could keep hiking! I made the (somewhat questionable) decision to keep going as much as I could since we were on day 1 of our trip, although I was reassured later when both the orthopedic surgeon and physical therapist told me they would have done the same.































































