Wandering Retirees

We had a busy morning in Las Vegas, got the bike serviced and set out back to our “villa” in Kanab. It was 100 degrees when we left. Stop and go riding under the beating sun was somewhat less than thrilling. It is part of the experience – sometimes a ride will feel like less than a five star event due to weather or traffic or whatever. Still worth it. Today I consoled myself with memories of the cool, refreshing ads for York Peppermint Patties. (Remember?) No apologies here – it’s our blog and I can be corny if I want to. But it was so hot that we didn’t take time to set up Spot (GPS) Had to get moving and stay moving. (We covered about 250 miles yesterday and today.)

As we climbed out of the desert plain toward Utah and the higher altitudes of the Colorado Plateau, we luxuriated in the drop in temp. Almost 10 degrees by the time we reached 6,000 feet 160 miles out. Read: we were hot for a long time. We stopped for a cool down several times in shady spots. A Chevron station actually had a tree to pull under. Now that’s luxury! We rolled into the Villa as the sun was lowering and treated ourselves to cool showers. Bliss!

Tomorrow, we’re planning to head back to Bryce Canyon to do some hiking and (maybe) hang around to sunset. I want to see more of those hoodoos. Can’t wait.

Now to laundry and supper and a cold beverage, though not necessarily in that order. A terrific ending to a neat day.

Connie:  “I have no pictures which adequately capture the desolation.  Nor would any photo capture the desert heat.  It’s like being wrapped in a hot towel.  The moving air only feels like a new towel is being wrapped around you.  It evoked in me a sense of unease until I recognized why and could reason it out.  We weren’t going to end up dehydrated and mummified by the side of the road!  We had water.  There was a constant flow of traffic.  We would be ok if the bike broke down.”

Connie: “Wanted to add in this photo of the power lines heading into Vegas for any Stephen King fans.”