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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by DR. Rock, May 23, 2008.
indeed they are! lol
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So I was a little hesitant on the first run...didn't take much ribbing to get me to relax and get down on the tank.
Thanks Doc & LDF, that was truly one of the highlights for me.
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I have a pretty pointy head so I'm quite aerodynamic. I think my mirrors killed 0.3mph for me
I'm still calling it a tie.
It was a really, really fun place. I'd have to put it on my top 10 Mobius list, and would recommend it to anyone who can bring an internal combustion engine connected to any number of wheels. When you're out there it's fast and it's not fast -- If you look at the ground wizzing by, and feel the wind blowing back your head you can get a sense of your speed (I know 80+mph isn't that fast, I've gone faster, duh), but when you look at the horizon, it's like you aren't even moving, more like floating.
The other thing I found interesting was how long it takes to get to top speed. You reach 99% of your top speed within 15 seconds, but to squeeze out the last 0.1mph takes forever -- the speedo just creeps.
Fun, fun, fun. And on the Utah side of the border... who'd a thunk?
We topped up fuel on our way out, and made our way over Leppy pass, and looked down across Pilot Creek Valley, with Pilot Peak (10,614ft) in the distance.
The larger, longer road skirted around the valley to the West (left). The shortcut we wanted to take said "Road impassable when wet" in the atlas. When the world gives you a drought, make lemonade! We took the shortcut.
there was an area labeled "Sand dunes" in the atlas. I had visions of Dakar, but it turned out to be these squat little guys.
and the hardpack two-track road passes straight through.
There were some soft spots, but nothing terrible.
We had to take a little detour to get to the main road,
and then it was smooth sailing to Lucin.
along the way,
we took a rest stop,
We were circumnavigating the Great Salt Desert clockwise. Heading north, it was on our right to the East.
To break up the long, straight monotony, I'd planned our route to dive into the mountains to the north,
and go up and over Emigrant pass before heading East and hooking up with the old Transcontinental railroad bed trail.
We'd heard of Lucin from this article in the NYTimes, which featured photos of Ivo Zdarsky's Ultimate Man Cave.
Needless to say, we didn't stay long. Just enough to defleece, and take some pitchers of the signs.
we could take the railroad grade from here to the Emigrant Pass road and wouldn't have to ride pavement,
Unfortunately, we'd been seen. :huh
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I don't think LDF and Ranson realized how close they were to being shot full of holes.
was cool, though flat,
They'd diverted the trail around these decommissioned little trestle bridges, and if you weren't paying attention, they'd take you by surprise.
Emigrant pass was pleasant,
not too challenging, and had the added benefit of getting us up off the valley floor.
On the backside, we passed some neat rock formations,
that were reminiscent of the City of Rocks,
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This was the...
we had a feeling of deja vu.
I know I'd seen these little sad saplings somewhere...
Sure enough, our old friend Ruby,
we could see something burning.
We'd be heading well to the south of the burn,
Heading East, the Great Salt Desert was still on our right, now to our South.
was at the cemetery at Kelton. We took off our helmets, and the wind had an eerie whistle.
I can't imagine what a hardscrabble life it must have been out here in the 1800's.
As we wandered through the graves, we noted that many of the headstones were for children.
the signs are so weathered that reading them is like solving a phrase on Wheel of Fortune:
Next Stop... G _ _ D _ _ ... _ _ _ K _
I'd like to buy a vowel?
We were back on the railroad grade,
We were approaching the point where the Great Salt Desert gives way to the Great Salt Lake.
some interesting rock formations,
You tell me this isn't an elephant!
The closest we'd get to the Great Salt Lake was at Monument Point,
Everything has a name... that's Lone Rock, with the lake behind.
Looking at these pictures is especially tough. I should have been riding that rail road bed today, but I tore my biceps tendon in Colorado on Tuesday and had to trailer the bike back to Memphis. Still I love reading Mobius!
the road started to get wider and better traveled.
Soon, we were at the Golden Spike.
we toured the interpretive center,
and walked around looking at the historic locomotives,
We were just in time for the daily ritual of putting the engines back in the shed.
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Sorry there's so much talking... I just wanted to catch the thing actually moving -- skip forward to 2:20.
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They really are beautiful machines.
to start thinking about dinner and where we'd end our day,
We checked the maps, and decided to get groceries in Brigham City, and then head out and camp at the first place that looked good.
We'd be on pavement for a bit,
Brigham City was quaint,
It was strange navigating among traffic,
We found a grocery store, and stocked up,
ran into a guy from Jersey who was working for the NFS and rode dirt. Chatted with him for awhile, got some intel about camping, and checked if there was any forest fire activity we needed to worry about.