Good morning, my friends. It's our last morning in Moab. We're holding off leaving until the very last minute and slightly beyond. We're supposed to check out by 11:00 a.m., but we're going to fudge a little and leave at 11:15. We want to have lunch at the Moab Brewery (another tradition), and then we'll visit a quilt shop. We have only about an hour's drive to our next destination of Monticello, Utah (pronounced with a soft "c"), and we can't check in there until 2:00 p.m. So, we'll be killing a little time here this morning.
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, we first stopped off for breakfast at the Jailhouse Cafe. The food is always delicious, and it's served up with a smile and good humor. We both had the Southwestern Eggs Benedict. It was delicious. There was just a little kick in the hollandaise and the potatoes.
According to one legend, around the turn of the century, the point was used as a corral for wild mustangs roaming the mesa top. Cowboys rounded up these horses, herded them across the narrow neck of land and onto the point. The neck, which is only 30-yards-wide, was then fenced off with branches and brush. This created a natural corral surrounded by precipitous cliffs straight down on all sides, affording no escape. Cowboys then chose the horses they wanted and let the culls or broomtails go free. One time, for some unknown reason, horses were left corralled on the waterless point where they died of thirst within view of the Colorado River, 2,000 feet below.