We rode Hwy 128 back into Moab.
It was only about 30 miles but felt like much more after such a long day in the saddle.
The views actually start to seem monotonous - a canyon with a river and a road in the bottom. It's all beautiful stuff, but we needed better seats for that section. Somewhere along the road Bucket Boy's 250 finally popped and sputtered out of fuel on the main petcock straw. Within a few feet my 530 did the same on a similar sized tank. Amazing that the fuel economy would be so similar.
We gassed up, headed to the Condo to get cleaned up and then back out to Pasta Jay's for some excellent food!