The Moab Chamber of Commerce is also a good source for information. We pitch our nylon-domed tent at the base of a concave canyon wall. Its band-shell shape offers protection from the rain, but nothing can stop a determined desert wind. As we start preparing dinner, a dust devil kicks up. Our tent momentarily levitates, then gets twirled cockeyed.
Sand pelts our faces.
The invisible storm scatters our lighter gear. But as quickly as trouble blew in, it moves on. We just spent an entire day in a landscape untouched by human beings. It's just like it was thousands of years ago. It certainly appears the sky hasn't changed much.