48.5 daily
1074 total
A quick scoot uphill leads to a easy glide down to the Fremont River.
Petroglyphs are scribed into the red cliffs.
It's starting to warm up as I approach Cainville.
Once in Caineville I meet two Westbounders relaxing in the shade of a tree. They're from Chicago and en route to San Francisco. Something tells me they are totally fried and ready to get this thing over with. One of them tows a trailer yet wears a backpack as well.??? Put the pack in the trailer man! They ask about Muir Woods and I offer my best advice on S.F.
Out of Caineville it gets quite hot. The scenery is incredible and I stop to quietly enjoy. Shadows from passing clouds slowly tumble down the cliffs like an avalanche.
What would the middle of nowhere be without a yard sale?
>I arrive in Hanksville and I'm thrilled to get my brain outta the sun. There's a guy in a box truck at the Sinclair gas stop and he's BLASTING Hank Williams- " Ya got me chasin' rabbits, pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon..."
>I grab lunch and meet Bill and Sandy. They're from Colorado and they're cruising around on a Harley. We talk a while and after they say goodbye the waitress informs me that they bought my lunch! Thanks you two! Seconds later I meet William from London. He's riding the Western Express for a cancer charity. We sit and chat and later split a six pack at my campsite. Ride on Big Willy!
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