We just got home from a quick trip down south, where we hiked to Calf Creek Falls, ate a fine lamb burger in Boulder, and said hey to some of our favorite hoodoos in Goblin Valley. Throw some perfect weather into the mix, and you cannot get a better weekend going than that.
I will say this: our bed at the inn right near the mouth of Capitol Reef left a little to be desired. For one thing, it was small. A double. Which feels especially tiny if you're used to a king. The thing about a king (for good or bad) is that you feel like you're sleeping on separate continents--one of you is sleeping in North America, for instance, while the other is sawing logs in South America. Also, the mattress was lumpy. A bed like that makes you glad to be home on a Sunday night, watching The Good Wife, and that's a good thing.
Otherwise how could you stand to leave behind miles and miles of red rock and sky?