Monday morning in Moab. Our bodies awake to find “Moonshadow” nestled between the sandstone boulders, her tired tracks still imprinted upon the sand from our midnight arrival. Despite the breathtaking landscape, the mission is coffee. Lighting our butane stove as effortlessly as blinking, we breath in the crisp wild sage that surrounds us while our water boils over. Stoking our morning fire, we are embracing the cool air before the red heat settles in. Sipping our elixir, we gaze at the dancing vapor of our early dawn fire. We are together, alone, we are desert nomads, at least for today. Monday morning in Moab, this is the way life was meant to be lived, this is our VanLife.