The sun nudges behind cliffs. Heat radiates from the sidewalk. Tourists with ice cream cones wait for the light at the corner of Main and Center. Late arrivals pull into town, shaky from hours on the road. There is a line out the door at Eddie McStiffs.
Teens cruise by.
Someone is speaking French. Moab walks a fine line between cute and exploited. Since its boom didn't come until recently the area does not yet suffer the effects of decades of too many t-shirt shops or too many expensive restaurants. I showed up with my river sandals and my mountain bike Friday morning. That is the way most people come.