Michelle and I have had a trip to Moab on our to-do list for years, and last week I up and decided it was time to cross it off. I took a page out of the kids' playbook and whined and cried until Michelle gave in. Just kidding - they never whine or cry, and Michelle never gives in when they do. But as ever, she was game to go along with my ideas. The family picked me up at work about 3:45. I may have underestimated the length of the trip, but by the time Michelle figured that out, it was too late to turn around.  Wind turbines at the mouth of Spanish Fork Canyon We stopped in Price and ate at the world's ghettoest Arby's. The paint was coming off the walls, the trash can holders were broken, and there were boxes everywhere. The staff was pleasantly inept, and the container that should have held the ketchup had a homemade sign that read "Arby's Sause." We thought this was the worst restaurant we would eat at during the trip. We were wrong. We pul...