This is a picture I took at Arches National Park. The first park that we stopped at when we went out west, and the first National Park I had ever been to in my entire life.
We (Kelli and I) love to go on walks/hikes and thought we were up to the challenge of hitting up one of the more advanced trails. Ignoring the caution signs we headed out on a very rugged 7 mile trail. It was, without a doubt, the hardest trail I have ever done. 7 miles is a long walk to begin with but when you add in the fact that the trail is very easy to lose and many times you have to climb up and down rocks not much different than the one pictured, that 7 miles becomes extremely difficult. One of my not so fond memories of it was when I was completely exhausted and realized that we had just gotten to the halfway point of the trail.
Then, when we got back to our campsite and were very excited to be able to lay down and rest we saw that our tent had blown over. The ground was too rocky to stake down the tent so we had used rocks to way it down. But the afternoon winds had picked it right up and sailed it about 30 feet away. Fortunately, a nice neighbor had secured our tarp in a tree so that we still had that and we were able to secure our tent by tying it to the trees. I did get a couple stakes in but they could not go deeper than about two inches.
Here are some more pictures from Arches National Park:
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