Originally written: October 5th, 2010
Breakfast at Betty’s Café was a nice way to start the day. Good food, and lots of it (strange that the two best meals we had on this trip were both at places with Betty in their names). It is definitely chilly this morning, but not as bad as yesterday. We both decided to don our rain gear pants (a decision that proved to be a godsend).
The road took us immediately up and over some mountains. We climbed up to nine thousand feet and the temperature dropped as quickly as the rain. My hands suffered the most on this part of the day. The moisture and cool temperatures, as well as the constant wind from the moving motorcycle turned my hands into uncooperative blocks of ice. It may have been the coldest I’ve ever felt on a motorcycle in my life.
By the time we make it to Moab, Utah we were dried out, warmed up and ready for another adventure. We passed Canyonlands and Arches National Parks on the way into town, but had decided to check into the River Canyon Lodge downtown first. We checked in, unloaded the bikes, and sat on the beds for a few moments, then decided we had better go before the rain came. The clouds above were threatening more rain, but we decided to head back to Arches National Park and take our chances.
Arches is a very nice park. One road goes from the visitor’s center into the heart of these brilliant red rock formations. The open vista was dotted with these spectacular rock structures that ranged from boulders balanced precariously hundreds of feet above us, to rock bridges and towering monoliths of sediment that have stood the test of time…literally.
We got back into Moab after sunset and had dinner at a pizzeria restaurant that was so bland I forgot to even write it down. I spent the rest of the evening writing postcards and working on this journal. Tomorrow should bring us to the conclusion of this adventure. I hope the foul weather holds off for one more day.