The road was fairly flat until we turned east on I-70. Then it started up and down. Severely up and down in some cases, over summit after summit. Travelling on I-70 across Utah, we passed through three distinct regions. The first was a series of tree covered mountains. The second was a series of red rock ridges. The third was flat land bordered at some distance by multi-coloured cliffs. The final descent consisted of several miles at 6% through some reduced speed curves, which I took in lower gears at 45 MPH, as we dropped from over 7,000 feet to 4,300. The panoramic scenery was spectacular, reaffirming my belief that Utah has some of the most awesome vistas in the world.
Utah also has a big campaign against drowsy drivers, with signs urging them to pull over at regular intervals. A tired driver is every bit as dangerous as a drunk one and, while I have been guilty of this bad habit on many occasions, I appreciated the intitiative because it made me think about it.
Nearing Colorado, we got into a long stretch of single lane construction but never saw a single person working on our side of the highway. Then it was into Colorado where I noticed the wind was out of the east. I don't know why I can never seem to find the prevailing westerly winds when I return from the west but such is my lot in life.
Approaching Grand Junction, we were passed by a group of bikes led by a GL1800. But not just any GoldWing. It was a Japan-built 2012 model easily identifiable by its modified fairing lowers and revised rear saddlebag and signal light layout. There was an older white Wing trike, a 2005 silver model like ours, a touring Spyder and trailer and then another 2012 model. Finally, apparently riding to catch up, was one more 2012. These new Wings aren't in distribution yet as far as I know so my suspicion is that it was some sort of media or promotional trip. I hoped we would see them stopped somewhere so we could stop and ask, but no such luck.
We stopped for gas at a small truck stop and found that 'someone' had forgotten to turn the fridge back on after our last gas stop. Again. So much for the last of the ice cream sandwiches in today's 100 degree heat. New policy. Don't turn the fridge off when we are refueling. Sherm says he doesn't and he hasn't blown up. Yet.
The Colorado River was flowing just as heavily as when we were here a few weeks ago. As we wound through De Beque Canyon, we could see it raging as it tried to overflow its banks, succeeding in some areas. We arrived at Mal and Yvette's and, although I had warned him I might not be able to ride tomorrow due to continued problems with my left hand, I decided I could give it a try. Mal cooked a great supper and we played with dogs Tink and Ringo until they tired us out. Then we turned in early so we could get a jump on our ride to Gateway tomorrow.
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