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Day 46-I got up early and left early. I changed oil in an Auto Zone parking lot. I figured the Death Valley heat had ruined any lubricating properties that the old oil had.
I stopped for fuel across from the Airforce base that my wife lived on when they were doing above ground nuclear bomb testing just north of the base in Area 51. They had backyard parties to watch the mushroom cloud go up. This palm frond pointed my camera.
I am traveling through familiar territory that I have seen many times and stops for pictures were infrequent. Let's face it, in most of Nevada, one picture is just like all the rest. I did have to get on I-15 for close to 150 miles. The alternate route, avoiding interstates, would have added 250 miles.
Utah is not like Nevada.
It had been a while since I had been to Pipe Springs National Monument, so another visit was needed. The house and fort were both closed for repairs, but the stuff in the visitor's center had changed and outside stuff had been added.
Texas didn't want this loom from the Johnson Ranch, so Pipe Spring got it.
Why would Texas let something like this get out of Texas?
An original Mormon settler's wagon in bad shape.
Pipe springs belonged to the Paiute Indians until Mormon settlers built a fort over it, robbing water from animals and native fauna downstream and starving the Paiutes. A typical Paiute house. In the winter more branches and animal skins were added. The opening faced a fire which was outside the Teepee.
This scrawny prickly pear is doing all it can to pass on progeny in much less than ideal conditions.
I made it past Kanab, Utah and about 15 miles down House Rock Valley Road to a remote campsite.
My saddle bag/dinner table. I changed oil, visited Pine Springs and still rode about 360 miles today, about 30 of which were on roads with deep sand. My bike looks ready to continue, however, a selfie of me would not have revealed a rider ready to continue.
It's May 20th and very cold after the sun went down. I laid in my sleeping bag reading Ara's book in hopes of staying up late enough that I would sleep late and let the morning sun warm the tent before I had to get out of my warm bed. I failed to take into account the mountains to the east blocking the sun until later in the morning.
As I lay in bed, I read Ara's description of Burr Trail and almost wished I had chosen that instead of tomorrow's hike in Wire Pass.
"Boulder was at the start of another most beautiful ride we would experience many times. It begins at the Burr Trail, paved through a deep and winding Canyon, turns into a very mild and doable unpaved road on to some incredible switchbacks where when ending one can make a right continuing towards Lake Powell. I knew too well by then, there would never be such a thing as "my favorite", but that road is on the top ten for me. I turned 60 that day while within that space, best gift I could ever receive besides an early morning call from my dear Mother, as usual worried about me."
I stopped for fuel across from the Airforce base that my wife lived on when they were doing above ground nuclear bomb testing just north of the base in Area 51. They had backyard parties to watch the mushroom cloud go up. This palm frond pointed my camera.
I am traveling through familiar territory that I have seen many times and stops for pictures were infrequent. Let's face it, in most of Nevada, one picture is just like all the rest. I did have to get on I-15 for close to 150 miles. The alternate route, avoiding interstates, would have added 250 miles.
Utah is not like Nevada.
It had been a while since I had been to Pipe Springs National Monument, so another visit was needed. The house and fort were both closed for repairs, but the stuff in the visitor's center had changed and outside stuff had been added.
Texas didn't want this loom from the Johnson Ranch, so Pipe Spring got it.
Why would Texas let something like this get out of Texas?
An original Mormon settler's wagon in bad shape.
Pipe springs belonged to the Paiute Indians until Mormon settlers built a fort over it, robbing water from animals and native fauna downstream and starving the Paiutes. A typical Paiute house. In the winter more branches and animal skins were added. The opening faced a fire which was outside the Teepee.
This scrawny prickly pear is doing all it can to pass on progeny in much less than ideal conditions.
I made it past Kanab, Utah and about 15 miles down House Rock Valley Road to a remote campsite.
My saddle bag/dinner table. I changed oil, visited Pine Springs and still rode about 360 miles today, about 30 of which were on roads with deep sand. My bike looks ready to continue, however, a selfie of me would not have revealed a rider ready to continue.
It's May 20th and very cold after the sun went down. I laid in my sleeping bag reading Ara's book in hopes of staying up late enough that I would sleep late and let the morning sun warm the tent before I had to get out of my warm bed. I failed to take into account the mountains to the east blocking the sun until later in the morning.
As I lay in bed, I read Ara's description of Burr Trail and almost wished I had chosen that instead of tomorrow's hike in Wire Pass.
"Boulder was at the start of another most beautiful ride we would experience many times. It begins at the Burr Trail, paved through a deep and winding Canyon, turns into a very mild and doable unpaved road on to some incredible switchbacks where when ending one can make a right continuing towards Lake Powell. I knew too well by then, there would never be such a thing as "my favorite", but that road is on the top ten for me. I turned 60 that day while within that space, best gift I could ever receive besides an early morning call from my dear Mother, as usual worried about me."
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