Tom and I have been looking forward to this next section since the early stages of route planning. For the next 10 miles or so, the road alternated between hard packed and soft.
Around every corner another photo op
Tom was running point and made a left instead of a right, only had to wait a few minutes before he checked the track on his GPS.
We stopped at these first big steps. I had a waypoint to a hidden little trail cone left by inmate littlewan and bigwan (RR here
). Unfortunately, I didn't recall the exact hide location. We looked and looked almost tripping over it. Read in Kelly's trip report later that another inmate snag it a week or so after our visit.
Mucking hot even in the shade for a northerner
The jeep trail keeps cutting north and meandering into and out of side canyons.
First site of the mighty Colorado river
Gopro capture of one of the many little cool canyons
Is that 690r front wheel in a natural position?
Very rare dirt nap for Mr BackCountryCruizer, figure I'd capture this for the history books
Wondering if he was going to take the easy line to the left, yep he did
First sighting of a rental jeep, must be getting close to Moab
This back country outfitter camp wagon even had an on-demand hot water shower. Very impressive 5 star camping
Pulled into Moab around 1:30pm and did another weather check, a wet blob was definitely heading our way, and soon. So we decided to make this a short day and made a beeline for the strip to find a hotel. As it turned out, all the hotels on the strip were completely booked, some kind of big national jeep convention the coming weekend. Typical for the month of Sept. So we started hunting on the side streets and finally found a cheap room for the night. I think it was called the Rustic Inn. Bed, crapper and shower.
After unpacking and covering the bikes, we walked to Zax Wood Fire Pizza on the corner of 100S and Main. We sat outside on their nice patio. Soon as we sat down and started looking over the menu, the gates of hell opened up, wind and rain in the buckets for the next couple of hours. Looking at the time it was 2pm on the nose. In celebration of our good fortune to be in the comfort of a dry covered patio, Tom and I immediately ordered up drinks and toasted the storm. Excellent margarita on the rocks with salt I should add.
Funny side story, we were enjoying our meal and drink watching the event outside and these two gentleman Harley riders exited the restaurant and walk over to their wet bikes. They didn't have any riding gear to speak of except chaps, light cotton shirts and the black half helmets. They debated at length for 5 to 10 minutes about their fear of riding on the wet pavement. Now picture these big macho Harley type complete with skull tattoos, full handlebar mustache, etc and scared of riding in the rain. Just a bit out of their normal projected character. Finally, they over came their fear and headed out on the wet road very gingerly. A 180 degree different spectrum from our style of riding.
Sorry no pics. Dang, we both left our point and shoot's back at the hotel.
Another incredible day of riding. 9 more to go...
Next up Day 3