I tried to make up some miles, but needed to stop frequently to check the maps and GPS. My gazetteer lists the road as FR 058, but when I was on the road, the signs were always changing - too many numbered fire roads to remember. I made it to the halfway point about the time I reached this ominous sign: It was September 4th. I was able to ride up the road and do a wet river crossing. All was well until I got about 2/3 of the way over the river, then encountered a bunch of slick, mossy rocks. I had one hand holding the bike up and the other reaching down and clearing rocks. The water was up to my shins. I would go 2 or 3 feet, then start spinning as I shot out a wet rooster tail 15 feet high and 30 feet long. I was going nowhere fast. Finally one of the bridge builders graciously came upriver and gave me a shove. I was up the far bank, back to the road, and on my way again. Shadows growing longer, and now I am wet. Elevation 8000 feet. I pinned it for the next 20 minutes or so, then ran out of gas. I was at 140-150 miles on 3.9 gallon tank. Not too shabby. You can't even tell that I had ridden almost 100 miles of dirt: Near Hole-In-The-Rock guard station. There was not enough time to take any more pictures that night. Needless to say, I made it to Hwy 44 near Sheep Creek. I slabbed it in the dark to the next gas stop at Flaming Gorge Lodge. Just as I was slowing to turn into the lodge, a deer darted in front of me. I hit the deer with the right shroud and my right boot, managed to keep the bike upright, but killed the deer. I felt really bad It was 160 miles between the gas in Kamas, and the Gas at Flaming Gorge. The ride took me about 5 hours to that point, then another hour into Vernal. Needless to say I was riding about as fast as I could given the falling light and knowing the headlamp on the SE sucks ass. Got into Vernal in time to have dinner with the family. I was 6 hours door-to-door.