Hours of endless fun...

 Watch out if you're headed to Moab.

It's frightening and frustrating and that's nothing compared to what it's like on Highway 191.

We got bogged down in the traffic just outside Moab after we passed a little sign that said "3 hour 42 minute delay, use caution."

We laughed. 

That couldn't be true. Whoever heard of a 3 hour 42 minute delay?

Well, turns out it wasn't so.

It was longer!

We inched along with no further information. It got dark. The people around us and their vehicles became very familiar. The dog hanging out of the car to the side of us started grinning at us.

The ambulance driver on the other side put his feet up on the dash and drove with his hands (I guess).

We couldn't see a reason for the slowdown although we've heard since that the slowdown is being blamed on heavy fall break traffic and construction work.

Well, there is construction work just outside the town but it was all shut down by the time we passed it and we were part of the heavy fall break traffic BUT if there was someone directing the traffic or even conveying pertinent information, it would have gone much more smoothly.

The only directions we got were a couple of "Use Caution" signs. 

(At 2 miles an hour, we couldn't help but be cautious.)

When cars came in from an access road, we let them in because there was really no choice and we had to be cautious every second.

We survived the ordeal largely because we knew we had food in our picnic cooler and we could see the lighted hotel sign after about two hours.

We laughed when the ambulance pulled off and drove on the dirt shoulder to a place where he could wait, turn up his radio and dance!

It really was the worst traffic delay we've ever experienced in our 60 years.

I would complain if I knew who would care and be able to change it up.