Having arrived in Moab to stay at Sorrel River Ranch the day before to much needed rest, we woke up feeling a little more refreshed.
We had breakfast in our little kitchen and prepared for the day. We had a choice between Arches and Canyonlands and went with the later because we hoped it would be less crowded. When we left Sorrel it was a bit windy but we didn’t pay much attention to it as we headed up the road. We passed a huge line of cars going into Arches and congratulated ourselves that we had chosen not to go there.
As we approcahed the park and only paid $10 to enter (score!) the wind was becoming more and more an issue. There was a lot of dust in the air and every time we got out of the car we were eating it! Mr. Misadvenutures didn’t want dust on his camera or mine, so I sacrificed my iPhone to take this photo….nothing but dust!
What I can say is that Canyonlands looks like a smaller, less crowded version of the Grand Canyon so it is definitely a spot worth checking out once the spring sand storms settle down. The park ranger we spoke too said May was late for the type of storm we were seeing.
We ate a picnic lunch in our car watching other people attempt to visit outside. It just wasn’t a cool day and we packed it up and headed back to the ranch where we hung out, watched a movie and I took a nap in the afternoon in preparation for our dinner in the resort’s restaurant.
I had been looking forward to this meal the entire trip. It was literally the only opportunity in ten days to eat something that wasn’t brought by us as part the groceries we purchased Day 1 in Las Vegas or some sort of fast food or sandwich. The stakes were high, too high. There was just too much pressure on that poor little restaurant and the meal was disappointing.
The ranch advertises itself as a farm-to-table property, and they do, in fact, have a farm, but it is rather small and at the time we visited pretty sparse. Having just had a world-class farm-to-table meal at The Willows Inn on Lummi Island, Sorrel just suffered the comparison.
We started with the craft beer braised American elk sausage with chipotle, cheddar, and Heirloom tomato ragout. It was the only starter that seemed to be somewhat local in terms of the elk. The tomato ragout did not come from the garden but the Swiss chard served with it did. The dish tasted fine, I liked the sausage, I’d only had elk as a steak before, so it was something new.
When our appetizers arrived we asked our waiter if he could reduce the volume of the self-playing piano that was close to our table, Mr. Misadventures and I were shouting to have a conversation and it wasn’t cool. The staff couldn’t figure out how to do it at first, but after several tries and several minutes they got it ever so slightly lowered.
Then the group of women having a bachelorette party at the resort arrived for their meal which added to the noise level, we were already annoyed so this wasn’t getting better. I don’t have anything against pianos or wedding parties, it just wasn’t our night, or the restaurant’s night with us.
For my main course, since I had eaten their steak the evening before, I decided on the spaghetti with garden vegetables so that I could try more of their farm product. The dish was good, but not more than that. My hubby had the salmon (from Alaska) which was pretty much the same.
We passed on dessert and headed back to our beautiful room for the evening to prepare for our departure the next day.