Dear Sons and Daughters of Mom and Amos too:

I am in MOAB, the Holy Ground, the Sacred Mount, the Holy of Holies. I will be here tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night and then I will have to leave because the Utter Spirituality of being here will become too much for a simple mortal like myself, even if I did create everything and everyone.

Boy, I sure did a good job here! Except for the bikers, hikers, kayakers, rafters, campers, and touroids in general and yuppies in particular it would be perfect. There is even a brewery, a bookstore, and a quilt shop (not in the same place).

And I have a "wooden nickel" from said Brewery (called with great imagination "The Moab Brewery"). I think that I will convert it into a pendant and offer it to the person who make the best offer.

Your sib and Mom's Fave Rave,
Raparree