We got chased out of Moab by a family of mice who decided it would be cool to squat in Dyna. Spoiler: it is not cool to squat in Dyna, mice. So, this is officially the second time a pack of tiny critters has caused us to pull up our levelers and haul butt out a place. Cool. We hit the road on a Thursday morning, Jake at his computer working away, while I pointed the wheeled house South on US 191. We weren’t really sure where we were going to stop and set-up camp, but we did know we…