Why have you destroyed my Earth Destruction Modulator?

This year on our Annual Drive in a Southerly Direction, we ended up in Moab, Utah. In the middle of the "Jeep Safari", no less, which has been the source of much drooling on Scott's part and much confusion on mine ("Is it supposed to make that noise?" "Where's the rest of it?" "What's the point?"). Apparently there's a Jeep allele on the Y chromosome, and so - being female - I have no sense of the import of this thing they call Jeep. Near Moab, though, there are other cool things which do not in any way involve diesel, winches, or spider gears. Like Arches National Park. Which is pretty much like Mars.