The Ride Of Shame
After the rather cold ending of the ride the week before I decided to head out into the desert where it would definitely be warmer. And it was.
One of my favourite loops is to go down through Capitol Reef NP and take the Caineville Wash out to Cathedral Valley then climb up Thousand Lake Mountain and go over the top to UT 72 and home. At this time of year the mountain is buried under several feet of snow but I knew there was a dirt road from Cathedral Valley north to I70 and that it didn't get too high so that was my plan. That is in fact exactly what I did, but it didn't go exactly how I expected it to...
|This was the scene at the top, this little lake drained through the road, the mud was thick and nasty (the road is to the right of the picture not through the water) However, just round the next corner while I was trying to ride on the dry edge of the road I got sideways and then was launched into the deepest part of the mud, there was no way out. I had passed a couple of guys riding horses and could see their truck and trailer up the road a hundred yards, they stopped to talk to me and said they would pull me out if I couldn't get free. I did actually get out of the rut but was no better off only managing to go a few feet before stalling the motor again, mud had packed up under both wheels stopping them from turning. Eventually the riders came back and pushed me until I got going but they told me that much of the remaining 10 miles to the freeway was exactly the same, which led to...|
|The Shame, the shame!|
A running motorcycle in a horse trailer, how embarrassing. The clutch did feel decidely worn and only engaged right at the end of its play and it was getting late in the day, that's my excuse...
As it turned out the road to I70 had dried out quite a bit since they came over it in the morning, the downhill from the lake was pretty horrible with the trailer pushing the truck all over the road next to a cliff. I had visions of that picture of a truck hanging over a cliff held up by a boat on a trailer. Anyway, thanks a lot to Bo and his father who's name I'm sorry to say I didn't catch, we did have some trouble understanding each others accents. I promised to buy them a burger next time they came into Torrey (as of May 2010 I haven't seen them again).