Our campsite along the Colorado River outside of Moab, UT was the first time we’ve ever camped somewhere without potable water. It worked out ok, but it made me a bit nervous. We hadn’t planned for that to happen, and we only arrived in camp with just over 3 liters of water. This was enough to cook dinner and stay mostly hydrated in the hot and dry weather, but our first stop in the morning was a gas station in Moab proper just down the road. After eating some greasy gas station breakfast food, we drank a liter of water between us, filled our usual four liters with ice water, and bought an additional three. The weight and space are definitely worth it.
Plus, the gas station was kinda fun. Moab is an off-road riding mecca, and there were motor-sports (and bicycle) enthusiasts everywhere. Kevin has an obsession with motorcycle trailers (as in, trailers pulled by a motorcycle), and we met this guy at the gas station in Moab:
He’s ridden a nearly unbelievable number of miles, many of them with his dog on the back seat of his bike.
After heading back to I-70 for a bit, it was time for long lonely desert crossing on UT 24, on our way towards the Grand Staircase Escalante area.
Taking a break to view some Petroglyphs left by the prehistoric Fremont people.
We took a mid afternoon break at the Anasazi State Park Museum. This archeological site is a bit of an anomaly, as it was only occupied for something like 25-50 years. The ruins are over 900 years old, but the base of the original structures are well preserved.
Kevin standing in a replica housing structure (they must have been shorter):
It was time to stop for the day somewhere around the Bryce Canyon area. The thunderstorms had started again, so we stopped at a KOA to check the weather. Our plan had been to camp at a KOA so we could shower, do laundry, and use the internet. Since it looked like the storms were everywhere and not letting up, we rode a little further on and found a hotel with a laundromat. Little did we know that these tiny western towns are actually entirely supported by tourists. I had no idea. First, we ended up paying the tourist price for our hotel and dinner at the restaurant next door, and second, there were people there from all over the world. We counted at least 5 different languages, and there were definitely more. Seeing people from all over the world come to visit the American Southwest was pretty fun, but we were disappointed when the weather cleared and it turned into a really nice evening. We could have saved some money by camping, even at the usually expensive KOA.
7/11/2012 – 270 miles.