Arches National Park

While Ben and Tom were off riding Slickrock, Crystal and I bravely ventured out for a trip to Arches with the four boys. That was quite an adventure. It took us at least an hour to even get out the door and then we only made it to Balanced Rock, fed the newborns, and let the boys play in the sand, (and changed a dirty diaper in the parking lot) before packing up to head back to the hotel. But as Crystal and I talked about while she was perched with two babies on her legs, feeding them expressed breastmilk beneath that precariously balanced boulder, there couldn't have been a nicer place to sit and do all those ordinary mommy tasks, or to feel like death (I caught Isaac's virus). So we called it a win.