This is part 2 of a trip that we did in November this year before it got too cold. The full version of this story is on my blog, but this is the apex of this trip. Yes, we're on Harleys on this trip. Call me a moron for (kinda) using my dyna like a GS, but I like what I like, and so do you :) Valley Of the Gods road has endless photo ops. It’s an easy road to take pretty much any vehicle on. Adventure bike, Harley, scooter, whatever – you’re probably fine to take just about anything with wheels – so long as you can cross the creek at the east entrance. There are plenty of spots where you can run wide open if you’ve got the balls. There’s a cool monument at the west end of the road, which is also at the base of Moki Dugway. Ideally you hit the top of Moki Dugway right at sunrise or at sunset for a pretty stunning view. We hit it around noon, but we’ve spent plenty of sunsets here. Getting to the top is not particularly difficult at all. The road has always been in good shape when we’ve been there (which is lots of times). I imagine it could get hairy in a monsoon. Heading out to the 95 is a decent run. Lots of sweeping corners and big flat spots to hit lightspeed. The 95 is also a pretty rad road. Hitting this road just after a rain storm produces a completely different look and there are plenty of waterfalls to check out as you dodge sandbars that have washed across the road. Our run was dry, but it’s still an awesome section. Some moron tipped his bike over. Luckily there's an extra kickstand. The run from our camp spot to the gas station in Hanksville is about 140 miles, and normally I can get that out of my Dyna…. BUT we ended up going back and forth and screwing around so much on the dirt that we pretty much all ran out of gas about 3 miles outside of Hanksville. We gassed up at Hanksville and continued on – knowing full well that we had plenty of time to hit our next camp spot with daylight to get set up. We stopped in Torrey for lunch (really a late lunch / early dinner), fully realizing that we were screwing ourselves on the daylight camp setup, but whatever. Food in small towns is hit and miss. We’ve had decent food in Torrey, and we’ve had crap food. This place was somewhere in the middle. For the life of me I can’t remember the spot, but it was the pizza place on the south side of the highway. Food was just meh, but at least they have a full bar. Anyways… We loaded up, left Torrey and started to head towards Monroe. It was about 4 minutes from sundown when we hit the road – which is the exact time that every fucking deer and elk in the mountain-west region decides to also hit the roads. Lots of animals out in this area as well. As usual there were a couple close calls, but nobody hit anything and we all survived just fine. We made our way to Monroe where we camped at Mystic Hot Springs. Camping here is great. There are a couple large grassy areas to set up, picnic tables, firepits, flush toilets, showers, etc… Seems they raised their prices a little bit in the last year, but it’s worth the cost for the amenities that are available. The road home was cold – probably the coldest day ride of the year. Wasn’t quite snowing, but it was almost there. It’s an easy 125 mile run from Monroe back to the shop, but it was also the last 125 mile run of the year. Insert sad face here. I made this ridiculous montage of the trip. Those of us who suffered through the 80's will appreciate, but still hate it.