Thankfully, a bit earlier while taking a break on the side of the road, a guy in a pick up truck stopped to talk. He had an '89 Honda Transalp and we chatted about bikes and places to ride, etc. He worked for the local coal mine and rented a house out on the mine property. He was leaving for the weekend, but offered to us to stay in his work shed for the night if the weather got crappy.
So, we respectfully declined the offer to check out the tubs in the shed and made a hasty retreat to Mike's shed.
It is experiences like these that make traveling by motorcycle so memorable.
We made a smart choice on many levels. The shed was well away from anywhere and it stormed all night long. It was not the most restful night's sleep, but it sure beat being in a tent.
In the morning, the storms had past and sun was out. We blasted along over the Yampa River on back roads to the Gates of Lodore, passing some old charcoal kilns along the way.
We found a old bridge that got is over the Green River and we pushed on through, aiming for lunch and gas in Vernal, Ut.
Still a whole lot of empty out there....