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Day 6
October 6th, 2017
Private Campground
Moab, Utah



We slept in this morning.  I didn’t crawl out of the tent till after 8am.  I didn’t sleep all that well, because I felt cool.  I wasn’t cold, just not as warm as I like to be.  “I’m never gonna leave the rain flap off the Marmont in this part of the country again.”

Gus was already up and in the Laundromat washing clothes.  I gathered my stuff and made the short walk to join him.   We planned on a leisurely morning and followed up on that.

While washing clothes I called Debbie.  “No Gus bike not giving us any more trouble, but long way to go.”  It was another pristine weather day.

Finished the laundry we gathered our stuff and headed to Arches National Park.  “This time of day we should be ahead of most of the tourist,” as we made the short ride to the entrance gate.

I showed the young man my senior pass.  The 10 dollar lifetime pass saved me 20 bucks.  He asked if we wanted the tour guide.  “No thanks, I think we got it.”

I’ll let the following pics tell the rest of the story.
  
Gus Washing Clothes.  It's not all glory.
I snapped this pic of Gus as he admired the bluffs and buttes in the area of the park known as "Park Avenue."

Rock formations like this are everywhere in Arches.
​The Arch
​"Balancing Rock"
They have a name for this formation, but I failed to note it.
You can find many walk paths among the formations.
After a full morning in the park we left to eat lunch back in Moab at a place the campground staff recommended.  A 1950s drive named "Milts."  That proved to be a wise choice.  Not much to look at, but serving world class burgers and fries.  We parked out front and took our spots on the bar stools at the counter.  Hand cut fries and burgers.  Milts even uses the old fashioned stainless steel shakers for milk shakes.  You don't see them anymore.
Lunch time in Moab!
Nothing like good road food
Finished lunch,  we made the short ride back to the campground.  I was so full I could hardly dismount the RT back at the campsite.

Our next objective was Dead Horse State Park.  A forotten gem in this in land of jewels.  We wanted Dead Horse near sunset so we still had several hours to kill.  Gus went back in his tent for a nap, while I looked over things for the ride back east.  


No he's not checked out.  Just taking a nap.  On long tours I build a easy day into every 6-7 days on the road.  A day to sleep in, run a few errands, wash clothes, go to church, maybe visit friends.  A day to slow down and forget about riding.  I find when I get back on the road I'm eager to resume the ride.
  
“No matter what, we have to get out of Moab in the morning.  If we can get to Colorado Springs by tomorrow afternoon we’ll be in good shape.”  I saw no reason that wasn’t going to happen, unless the 1400 gave us problems.  That would put us one day ahead of the storm.  The Garmin had the downloaded custom route ready to go, it noted a 400 plus mile ride.  Certainly doable, but you never know in the mountains.  Gus woke up and I filled him in on the plan.  “I’m just following you, I don’t know anything about this long riding stuff.”

“You always need to look ahead at least 2 days.  If we get caught with a storm on this side of the mountains, it would mean we’d have to ride south into Arizona, and then turn east to get home.”

“How much would that add?”

“I’d say at least 700 miles.”  That’s plan b, but were not gonna need it.”

With the afternoon coming on, we mounted up and to make the 25 mile ride to Dead Horse. 

At the entrance gate my national park senior pass didn’t impress anyone, so I handed the man a 20, “that’s gonna be for me and him.”  “ok.”

The following pictures are all from Dead Horse.
  
On the way to Dead Horse
Captured from a wind swept overlook.  The Colorado River at Dead Horse.
The great thing about Dead Horse not many know what it is, so no crowds.
What a beautiful place this is.
The beauty of America is there for all to see.  You just have to know where to look.
The wind blew cool and gusty at Dead Horse as we got ready to ride out, and it was here I could not get the RT to idle.  It cranked fine, just refused to idle.  Now we had 2 bikes acting funny.  I looked to my brother-

"Man I hope that thing powers up, talk about middle of nowhere, mine won't idle but it runs fine, go figure"

"yeah I know."  Once again the Kawsaki powered up; and we felt lucky.

Darkness was coming on when we left the park, and by the time we were back in Moab it was black.  Anytime I closed the throttle, the RT died 2 seconds later.  At traffic lights I had to blip the throttle to keep it running.  My guess the FI was acting up, though I had no warning lights on.

We decided earlier we wanted pasta, and stopped at Pasta Jay's for supper.  The place was crowded and we had a 10 minute wait.

Food was excellent.  We had a rule, no phones at meal times, we honored that by leaving our phones in our coat pockets.  Pasta Jay's even has red and white checkered table clothes, a nice family place.  It was a short but cool ride back to the camgpround.

Tummies full, we pulled to the tent site.  "man I'm full."  "yeah me too."  I placed the rain flap on the Marmont. "Not making that mistake twice.

After packing a few items, it was time for bed.  "Better get some sleep, long ride tomorrow, and the weather will be cool first thing."

"ok see ya in the morning."

In the tent I sent a few texts out a then fell asleep.


Next- back in the mountains and more great scenery and riding.