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.