Just thought I'd pass this on... many of you will recognize some of the locations and whatnot. The Jeep sat on the sidelines on this trip as the bikes took to the forefront. Enjoy this doozy of a cross-post.
Day 1- "Bring the muthaf%$n ruckus…" Wu Tang Clan- 36 Chambers
Short enough to be convenient, long enough to leave it all behind. The drive from Durango to Moab is a lesson in anticipation. We left behind a world clad in congested packs of red, black, and white in hopes for the solace that lies to the west. The road was filled with thoughts of the trails to come, punctuated by picturesque weather as heavy clouds were penetrated by pillars of poignant sunlight. Ridges gave way to mesas, stone pillars rose from the ground as the aspens faded into memory.
The usual landmarks loomed on the horizon. They have always been kind enough to wait.
Cortez. Dove Creek. Monticello. Moab.
We raced northward on the Devil's Highway to our turnoff on the Colorado River. A brief stop produces 7 gallons of fresh seep water from the nearby cliffs. The following hour was consumed by the fiery death of the passing day as told by the westward sky.
Camp was set. Tents were pitched. Fire cracked. The desert sky threatened rain but remained calm. No phones, no internet, fresh legs, and 4 days of riding. Sleep comes easy when responsibility is left behind.
Gotta love Utah riding!
. Many tears were shed as I handed her over to my son who I knew was doomed to never take her once more into the dirt. I used to go to the Fat Tire Festival every year (back before the ENTIRE world knew about Moab). Good times indeed. Thanks for the great pics and sparking some even greater memories for me 
