Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Hwy 50, the loneliest road in America. I love it, not much traffic and while not as dramatic as Southern Utah, the vistas are still grand.
We left Grand Junction headed west and for Ely, about 500 miles, a long day in the saddle.
We pulled into Elk Flat campground after dark and set up camp by moonlight.
The next day we had another 500 mile day, but arrived home happy after a great trip.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
West of Grand Junction lies Utah and some of the most incredible country that exists. The weather really warms, but the beauty will take your breath away. The rock formations change by the mile. I just don't have words to describe the beauty. You could take a movie of this ride and any frame would make a great photograph.
Here's the story, my front tire was starting to show some serious wear. The tire was not new at the start of our trip and nearly three weeks of riding two up with all our gear on windy mountain roads had seriously worn the tire. The next Harley Davidson shop would be in Reno, 700 or more miles away, and through some harsh landscape as well. So I went to Grand Junction Harley Davidson.
Things were not smooth from the start. I run Dunlop 402 PT tires, the parts guy was not sure if he could sell me one because the police use them. After he determined that it was not a crime to buy a tire in Colorado, he told me to be sure to arrive early at the service department as it was first come first served. I said, "I'm here now can't you put me on the list." He said, "That's service, this is parts, Come back tomorrow."
Turns out the guy who washed the bike, used a pressure washer and blew the paint off the fairing. I finally talked to the owner and I settled for far less than I should have, oh well, stupid me.
Oh yea, one more thing.
Why would a Harley Davidson Dealer even own a pressure washer?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
After our night in the tent during the storm, we dried and packed our stuff and headed over Slumgullion Pass and on to Lake City. We continued north bound on Hwy 149 then west on Hwy 50 till we caught Hwy 92.
Hwy 92 goes along the east side of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. We rolled on and on, I didn't want to ever stop. Beautiful views good road meandering through the Colorado High Country.
When we got to Delta, Colorado, we decided we hadn't had enough high mountain country, so we headed into the Grand Mesa National Forrest.
Hwy 65 drops off the mesa into the canyon along Plateau Creek. The road winds like a snake along the floor of the canyon. We hit Hwy 70 and Plateau Creek hit the Colorado River. We rode along the Colorado River to Grand Junction Colorado. Our time in the Rocky Mountains was over.