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Discussion in 'Americas' started by gpax, Mar 27, 2018.
Red Rock Canyon ....
From Red Rock Canyon I proceeded across North Las Vegas (Skipped "The Strip") through huge construction zones. Garmin was not keeping up with the changing highways. I pulled off to try to figure out where I was. I found an "In and Out Burger" place. Common in California they have not spread far from the West Coast. Anyways, I like them. Waze, a gps app on my iPhone, was up to date and right on. I followed it to the interstate heading north.
By the time I got to the turn off for Valley of Fire State Park I was a whipped puppy. Death Valley crosswinds took their toll on me. So I took a "raincheck". Another time. I pressed on to the Virgin River Casino and Hotel in Mesquite, Nevada. $27 a night. For a room. I am thinking there's got to be a catch. But $27 a night for a halfway decent motel room. No complaints.
Now our loops intersect for four days. That evening Chris arrived in Las Vegas staying at Harrah's. We were to rendezvous in Springdale, Utah at the entrance to Zion National Park. Much to my delight Chris called me from a McDonalds in Mesquite where she and Paula were having breakfast. She came by to pick me up to join them. After breakfast I was dropped off at my room with plans to rendezvous still on. I planned to ride some side roads while she and Paula were on the bus touring the valley.
I rode a gravel road to the La Verkin Overlook.
And I went on to look at the Virgin River Canyon.
I painted myself in a corner on a one lane spur with nowhere to turn around. So I started a 12 point one lane turn around. But large rocks in the center of the road stopped me. Hmmm .... I look around at a turn radius that takes me about 5 feet off the packed road. However, I underestimated the berm of scrapped dirt and gravel I had to go over to get back on the packed surface. And you guessed it. I buried up in the sand.
Hmmm .... what a mess I'm in now went through my mind. By myself out in the middle of nowhere ... stuck. I thought about my SOS on my inReach. Last resort. At least I had one. How embarrassing. Pulled out my cellphone and low and behold I had a good signal. I googled a tow service and called them. They took AAA. He was out in 15 minutes. Put a tow rope on each of my engine guards and towed me about 6 feet to freedom. Shot a cellphone photo of my AAA card and he was off. He was on site about 5 minutes. I carefully stayed on packed gravel the rest of my trip. Lesson learned.
Free at last. I head up to Zion National Park and our rendezvous.
We stayed at the Quality Inn in a Campground which was confusing when we were looking for the place. Wonderful campground by the way. We stayed in the hotel.
Off the next morning to Best western Plus Ruby's Inn ( https://www.bestwestern.com/en_US/b...stern-plus-ruby-s-inn/propertyCode.45040.html ). Up UT-9 to Mount Carmel Junction. Left on US-89 and right on UT-12 to Bryce Canyon National Park. What a scenic ride.
Overnight a storm moved in. Snow at our elevation. Mix of snow and rain at lower elevations. Sloppy, slippery roads. I decided to stay at Ruby's Inn for an extra night and wait out the storm. First I got $10 (40) quarters and proceeded to the laundry. 9 quarters to wash ($2.25 a load) and 6 to dry ($1.50) plus I lost $1 in quarters in each of the drink machines (8 total). Wrote postcards to family and went through my cases. Just a maintenance day. Chris and Paula went to the park where they were in awe of snow covered hoodoos. They proceeded on to Moab in their rental car. Chris said the roads were no place for motorcycles with blowing snow and sloppy roads. Staying in Bryce and extra day meant that I would be canceling a day in Moab. I lost UT-128 and the Shafer Trail.
After two nights at Ruby's Inn the temperature raised 20 degrees and was in the mid-50s when I left for Moab. I went by the park for a look at the hoodoos. I had been there a couple of times before.
From the park, I took scenic UT-12 to Boulder, UT and lunch at the Burr Trail Grill. The Burr Trail Grill sits at the intersection of UT-12 and the Burr Trail. It is well marked. You must gas up around Boulder but be advised that the nearest gas station is a mile from the intersection in either direction. I meant to eat at the Hell's Backbone Grill but got mixed up and couldn't remember its name. Hell's Backbone Grill is in with the Boulder Mountain Lodge a little ways from the Burr Trail Grill which is at the intersection.
The Burr Trail. No services. The road connects Bullfrog and Boulder and passes through the painted rock country of Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, Capitol Reef National Park, and Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument land. ( https://www.nps.gov/glca/planyourvisit/driving-the-burr-trail.htm ) This is a spectacular ride. ( http://www.americansouthwest.net/utah/grand_staircase_escalante/burr_trail.html ) Long Canyon on the Burr Trail could be a national park in my opinion. Its that awesome. Pavement runs out after about 30 miles. Packed gravel.
Now to the switchbacks. You know something dramatic is coming. The pavement changes to gravel. The view seems to indicate you are up high.
Scary enough with a mighty pucker factor. One false move is a drop to a 1000 foot death fall. No time for photos. Both hands on the handlebars at all times.
Holy shit batman!!! And just when you thought the worst was over the road intersects at a T with the sign I posted. 34 miles of the most ungodly washboard road ever experienced by man. When I fueled up at Green River, Utah I discovered that my sidecase frame had broken from the road. That road beat the crap out of me as well. I came riding into Moab at the last flickering of daylight so tired I skipped dinner.
Splitsville day. Chris and Paula go to Sedona, Arizona and I am going to 3 Step Hideaway, La Sal, Utah. The girls want to leave early and we pack their car before heading out for our last breakfast together. Only one small problem. Chris can't find her prescription sunglasses. She remembers having them at the restaurant the night before. Problem. The place doesn't reopen until 11AM. At about 10AM we knock on the backdoor. A cook opens the door and lets Chris in the front to look for her glasses. No luck. She goes back to the car. There they are in her camera bag. I checked out just before 11AM. I have a mission. Fix my sidecase rack. Truvalue is open on Sunday. Not much else is. Bought hoseclamps and fashioned a way to hold my rack in place until I got home. But the time was early afternoon and I blew my chance to ride Moki Dugway and the Valley of the Gods road.
I read Tewster's ride report and put his route in my Zumo 660. I picked up his route at Monticello to Dove Creek and a series of backroads. Finally I arrived at the driveway. But there was a sign posted saying this was the wrong driveway and the driveway to 3 Step Hideaway was 1/4 mile down the road. 3 Step Hideaway had a nice metal sign on their driveway.
View from the bike.
The driveway had two farm gates. (Not shown here) I took my glove off to activate each gate.
Parked my bike and called out "Anyone Home?"
Scott and Julie Stevenson greeted me. They have got to be the nicest hosts I can remember. And fun to talk with as well.
Bailey (The sweet old queen girl),
And Sage (First dog I can remember who likes to fetch and chew on logs),
Get settled in before supper.
Scott takes on the grilling duties and Julie mashes the 'taters. A great meal tastes so good with nice people in great surroundings. I was early in their season and as such the only guest on the day I was there. So I got to spends lots of quality time.
Scott models his hat for me. We could cast him next to Robert Duvall on the next Lonesome Dove movie.
What's a ranch without a dinner bell. Julie rang the dinner bell for me.
Time for a cup of cowboy coffee.
What a lovely place. Scott was keeping a couple of horses for a neighbor. Plenty of room.