Spent a week camping and riding just south of St. George across the Arizona line. Weather has been great till this week, and it appears that freezing weather is on the way, so it looks like I am rolling further south into Arizona. It has been great hanging out with two desert-riding buddies, but looks like I am leaving one behind. Scott has settled in here, found a job, and a lady. Lee appears to be ready for the warmer temps, so maybe we can hang out till the end of January? I hope to see Scott sooner than later, as I forgot how awesome it is having folks to hang and ride with in the desert.
Odd thing happened yesterday, after I ordered a tire from the local bike shop, I figured I would overnight nearby in town. The next morning I woke to the sound of knocking on the door, and I slowly made my way to find nobody outside. I figured it must have been one of my many fans, and started some coffee. About the time coffee was ready, some sum-bitch pulled up and was writing a note, and headed towards the bus. It only took me a second to recognize the face of a buddy I met last year – Scott from the RTR!!
We caught up a bit, and he told me he was camped outside of town, and told me to join him – I was excited to join him, as he rides a dual sport too, and has been living a similar life as me for the past year. When I picked up my tires I headed the six miles or so south into Arizona, and onto the plateau with mountains surrounding. We wound up going to dinner at a nice steak restaurant, and this morning I went exploring the desert.
I found some petroglyphs less than 5 miles away and took a few pics. Apparently the LIttle Black Mountain petroglyphs range in age over 8,000 years and many tribes of natives. I probably found less than 100 of the 500 described to be in the area. It was a short day of riding as I was underdressed for the weather. I did get a feel for what I was in store for the rest of November. I think I will like St. George.
Wouldn’t you know it? I am having fun once again, and the snow drives me away! I guess I am always having fun – maybe THAT is the problem? Well, I was really looking forward to exploring around Bryce Canyon and the Dixie National Forest, and a winter storm drops in to say hello – DAMMIT! I did get the velocipede out for some pics and exercise, found the perfect campsite 4 miles away, and BOOM – Mother Nature comes calling – the slut!
Well down into the valley and Cedar City, to regroup and decide on a non-snow-laden destination south of here. Any suggestions?
Had a nice short ride down WRT to Lathrop Canyon, a short spur down to the river. When I arrived at the river, I realized it was time to move south. I am certain l I could spend another month here, but I am itching to see Zion and Bryce Canyon.
Enjoying a nice 25oz. Cuttthroat Ale after a long day of tinkering on the bike. Feels like it is time to keep moving, and southern Utah appears to be the direction? Will know tommorow if I am leaving this awesome place. Wow they made me off the patio because I would not order food?
Full-service restaurants: Eateries with full drink menus, just like you’d find at a club. Here you’re required to buy at least an appetizer.
After getting the bike up and running, the White Rim was still bugging me. Not just bugging me but I freaking LOVE that canyon!! So I decided that my favorite camp spot in Utah needed another visit, and I could make another attempt at the WRT before departing Moab. It took me 6 hours to run the trail, even at a face pace, with very little dawdling (pics, video, gawking etc.) Another 2 hours after that I got back to camp, and it was cold and dark, and I was whooped. Lucky for me the beer in the fridge was ice-cold. Another great day around Moab – my new home WOTR (west of the Rockies).
Got a nice paddle in on Monday, but I have been so busy I am just now getting around to posting. Got my parts in yesterday, after getting blood drawn for my new Western Doctor – YAY!! So now I don’t have to beg Eastern Doc, for refills, or drive back to Bama for auscultations. Got the bike fixed by sundown, and went to celebrate – and witness the Meltdown of America I could not vote so don’t blame me!!
When your bike is broken, you can’t just sit around in a crazy place like Moab – you gotta get rolling.
Broken motorcycle, broken, solar controller and batteries, a day of sadness and disappointment – time to take a hike in the canyon for some perspective.
When I was in my thirties I could pedal up monster hills that many people had trouble walking up. Now, I prefer walking up most of them, and pushing my bike. I did quite a bit of pushing yesterday. Shocking how much struggling I did, but it felt really good to be exhausted at the end of the day. I did not achieve my goal of cave exploration, but the magnificence of the canyons replaced the desire to find the big holes. Maybe when I get the dino-powered bike back?