Moab to Monticello
Trip Start Oct 17, 2008
32Trip End Nov 2008
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starting elevation 4500
total ride time 6 hours
Is my bum sore...... YES!
Today was a ride of trying to catch some other riders. There is a family riding from Alaska to South America and I heard, by a drunk trucker in a bar on Saturday night that they had left that same day down south. I looked up this family who I have heard about multiple times from different sources, I figured that it would be great to ride with them. The trucker apparently does not know the North from the South. Needless to say I did not catch the family, only to find out that they invited me to go on a ride. What a bummer!
Started a little late in the morning. This was the first time on my trip that I did not have to wear a wind breaker. It was quite warm. My thermometer said 85 which I dont believe but I still think it was in the high 70's, great riding weather.
Answer this question.... Where do you do your best thinking? Before today I would have said the pot. Its true I always remember things on the pot.
However, after today Im going to have to change that answer.
When you are alone for long stretches you really think about things that you always wanted to think about but just never had the time.
For example: Would my sister let her daughter ride in the back of my trailer? This isnt a really deep thought but it kept me entertained for quite some time and I came to the conclusion that she would not let her daughter ride in the trailer. That took about 48 minutes of my time.
Another thought procession that I had.
There are a hundred things to complain about on this trip: my butt, my achilles, my helmet that feels like a clamp, being hungry and thirsty, weather, etc.
But (as of now) none of these complaints bother me because there are an infinite number of marvels that I encounter on every turn of my journey.
I look at everything like a challenge or game and for me that outlook has always turned into a success.
Last thing, 5 miles before I hit the town of Monticello (pop. 2000) a biker rode up on me and after a short talk we agreed to meet at the only traffic light in town. This gentlemen Scott was a tourer back in his day, so I could see from one biker to the next that he really wanted to help me. Tonight Im going to watch the baseball game and then walk 10 feet to my tent where I will be sleeping on someone's porch.
Low and behold the human race is actually a pleasant species.
That small town hospitality!
I know Im going to have tough moments on this ride but Im absolutely loving life.