Keith and the B.O.B
My Little Pony: Rocky Mountain Hammer 29'er, with touring rims and tires + 25 year old panniers.
In Boulder, the sun finally came out and we lounged at the Burr Trail Grill. Finally, a place with beer! The beer, sunshine, incredible food and coffee was just what we were looking for. The huge Microbrew list and gourmet burgers hit the spot!
Our morning in Boulder, was a far more serendipitous than our morning in Escalante. As we were rolling out, we spotted some other cyclists coming down the road fully loaded with gear. I didn't realize how laden they were until I saw the massive Chariot and the small child perched in a seat on the back of the bicycle. Holy. Crap.
Potty Break for Nesta.
Heidi and Steven were from Belgium and had just started their North American Bike Tour which will take them and their 2 year old Nesta across the States and to Banff, amongst other places. We decided to ride up the pass together and chatted the entire way with these awesome folks. We learned that bike touring with a 2 year old requires patience, lots of breaks for play time and the occasional potty stop. They carried all the things you would need for a 2 year old, including toys and a potty! Heidi and Steven were bike touring veterans, and had ridden their bikes from Hungary to China on a serious adventure tour pre-Nesta. We stopped for a longer than usual picnic and cracked out the stove to cook up some coffee, hot food and enjoy the mid-day sunshine.
The climb out of Boulder was epic taking us up to snow line and over 9.000 feet. I was impressed with our new friends, pedaling up the mountain loaded down with about 100 lbs. of gear each. The subsequent descent down the other side was fun and gorgeous and we managed to dodge a few more thunderstorms before the sun came out to stay. We rolled into the town of Torrey after a fabulous day in the Escalante Mountains.
Torrey is the gateway to Capital Reef National Park which I will confess, I had never heard of. Yay! National Park = guaranteed beautiful scenery. The sun finally came out, we put sunscreen on those white Canadian cheeks and toodled along blissfully on roads devoid of traffic.
Just outside of Capital Reef, we were flagged down by a nice couple who were dry camping in their RV. As we rode by they shouted: WANT A BEER? So we pulled over, thrilled by this unexpected stop. It was hot out and it was all a little shocking after our Days of Thunder to be dealing with heat and hunkering down in the shade. Beer was in order. We had a nice long break and visit with Peggy and Bill, 2 young retirees who had been living out of their home on wheels for a few years. We discussed life, RV'ing and the realities of desert living and a life on the road. Sign me up for a year or two in the future. From there, we cruised the final miles into Hanksville with a beer buzz. Upon arriving in Hanksville, we met up with Andy at the campground. We popped into the air conditioned restaurant for some ice cold cokes and a visit. Andy was awesome and had been following the ACA's route across the States all the way from Tennesee. We spent a fun night camping with him, socializing and drinking beers.
Leaving the dirty and dusty town of Hanksville, the scenery looked a lot like this:
Fortunately for us, it soon looked like this:
The descent into Glen Canyon blew my mind. In my Canadian Rocky Mountain brain, the word "canyon" conjures up images of a little rocky canyon with some green stuff growing and a creek running through it. In this corner of the world, the "canyons" are Grand Canyon-esque: massive abysses carved out of the earth. We descended into the bowels of the earth for mile upon mile on this beautiful deserted road. The road was empty and we had this beautiful place all to ourselves, stopping frequently to gawk and take it all in. The landscape was littered with slick rock, red rock, box canyons and other mysteries. We stopped for a lunch break in a little canyon and met some rafting guides, who told us there was running water and a little oasis right up the trail. So we took a break and went for an hour long hike mid-afternoon. It was great to get off the saddle for an hour.
When we finally hit the bottom of the canyon, it was sweltering and surprisingly, Lake Powell was dry. Clearly, they've been letting the water out of Glen Canyon to feed the unsatiable needs of California and Las Vegas. I was surprised to find it so dry in the spring months.
We had our first major bonk at the bottom of the canyon. After all the excitement of the day and the heat we were tired, out of waster and still had to climb a few miles out to the Hight Marina campground. After crossing the Dirty Devil River, the road looked like a wall in front of us.
When we arrived at the Hite Ranger Station, we polished off about 2 bottles of sweet cold water and then demolished a tube of Pringles as heavenly a pre-dinner snack. The campground was empty when we arrived, but soon a camper van rolled in and parked. We watched in awe as 2 middle aged ladies got out, set up a wheelchair and then proceeded to hoist the 3rd lady out of the van. After they got settled, we headed over to say hi to the neighbours. The ladies were from Vancouver and had been having a blast traveling and camping all over Arizona and Utah. They were only a few years older than us. The gal in the wheelchair had MS and had very limited mobility. There's no doubt her friends were dressing her, cleaning her and looking after her on this holiday. I asked her how she was coping with the traveling and she said:
"You've just got to pull on your Depends and go!"
Shortly after, a solo cyclist rolled in and we met up with Steven, who was also riding across the States. He was from Toronto, but lived in San Diego and was even more exhausted and dehydrated than we were. We decided to join each other for some company in the morning and ride out of the canyon together. The sunset came quickly, with the sounds of bird noises and then silence. It was still plenty hot in the bottom of the canyon and we had the luxury of sleeping out on our bags with the tent wide open.
Happy Keith, after a full day in the sun.