Snow. So much snow. A genuine Rocky Mountain blizzard chased us to Moab today. As the mountains faded into the desert, the conversation stretched from philosophy to dreams. The grey skies cast a light that saturated the red rocks and cliffs. The excitement grew as we reached the desert, promising a sweet escape from cold Colorado. The weather proved too frigid to camp so we checked into the Lazy Lizard Hostel. The hostel hides behind a few storage units on the highway outside of Moab. It holds a quirky conglomeration of wrinkled faces, crooked smiles, and gnarled hands. The warm bed lulled me to sleep as the temperature continued dropping outside.