We woke up bright and early, got coffee, geared up, and waited for the rest of the clan to roll out of bed so we could say our goodbyes. The bikes and Mr. Happy Puppet were rarrrin' to go. Finally, we dragged everyone out of bed, said our goodbyes and thank yous and see you soons and be safes and then took one fly-by up and down the block for the benefit of the kids, and we were off. Our plan for the day was fairly long in miles, but with only about half of the 200 miles as dirt. The goal was to head east from Flagstaff, then north into Hopi & then Navaho land, ending up at Page to refuel and stock up on food, and then across the CO river to camp at Glen Canyon. with these elevation changes: Before we were at the end of the block LDF was saying to me through the Scala Q2: "I can barely hear you"... I pulled over, and reached to her helmet and showed her where the volume up button was, but it was all the way up. I turned my unit off, then on again, and said something... "AAaak!!! stop YELLING!" I turned the volume down again. "It's all static-y," she said. Hmmmm. Well, let's ride for awhile, and see what happens. We'll check in when we fill up with gas on the way out of town.