Like I said, Bill Nye and I were looking for a low key ride on day three of our trip. Not because we couldn't necessarily handle more, but because we were on vacation and wanted to do some proper goofing off.
Mr Lizard greeting us at the entrance to Himasa and also wanting a hamburger and also sorry and also also not sorry.
You either get that or you don't.
I'm happy in the desert. I like the views. I like the blue skies. I like the red rocks. I like the lack of other people.
Well, except this guy. He's okay, and he has decent manners. He also believes the earth is round, masks are okay, and global warming is real. They don't call him The Science Guy because he starts his morning by reading tea leaves and tossed chicken bones. I don't like his stance on knee pads tho.
Our goal was to plunk our way "down" Captain Ahab and spend the day being in nothing close to a hurry.
I was kinda "feeling it." Well, that is until I wasn't. Moab was wearing on me? Is it okay to say that? I mean, coming outta the gate and doing two of the most iconic Moab routes (don't bother me with Slickrock), we were both discussing how we were going to find anything better in the area for day four.
Bill Nye and I realized that we could call Moab done and dusted, get in the van the next day, drive over to Grand Junction, see new to both of us trails... and be slightly closer to home when we got off our bikes.
That evening, we also figured out that the upper portion of the sock I ripped on day one would make for some fine compression on his swole lower leg part.
Also, by starting our day heading back towards the East earlier than planned meant that we wouldn't be in Denver on Thursday... the day I'd told Rodeo Labs we'd be passing through town... in case my new garvel bike just happened to be miraculously ready. I hadn't heard back from them, so mebbe I wasn't missing out on anything with this audible call.
Grand Junction. Heard good things, so let's do that.
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