Welcome to Canyonlands!!!
Located directly behind the Texaco Station and adjacent to the Moab High School football field, Canyonlands knows that location is everything!
Enjoy a spacious 10 x 12 lot for your tent, table and transportation. 
Looking for entertainment? No need to leave your site. Listen to the most private moments of your neighbors.   Or, for you early risers–and we know you are all early risers–start the day by soaking in the adolescent female screeches of “Beat Grand Junction!” in tri-tones over the background noise of Route 191.  
And don’t forget that Canyonlands is Utah proud! Local brews are available to fill the belly but leave you sober enough for brain surgery.  And for you Joseph Smith fans, a Mormon-only special is available on August weekdays:    Camp next to divorced, disorderly, flatulent Northeasters who nap on your picnic table (at no extra charge) and you’ll have plenty of war stories to entertain your friends in Salt Lake.
Still on the fence? Don’t be! Climb over it! (Mind the barbed wire.) And run sprints with the Moab T-Totalers!  
Don’t lag behind tho, cuz when coach calls you out, everyone in camp is gonna know it!

250 miles in rain and wind today.   This may have soured our mood.  

Sooooo…..riding is unpredictable.  Broke camp and headed to Northern Canyonlands for an amazing ride full of canyons, twists and turns, and beautiful views.   “Someone” got hangry and hot by the time we made it back to Moab.  In my defense, my air cooled Harley cooks me like a little chicken, and I’m a redhead.  A burger and a beer set me straight.  (Please, I’m so dehydrated the beer barely made it to my stomach.)

We headed south towards lower Canyonlands where we outran a thunderstorm (barely) but saw some of the most beautiful light on red rock you could imagine.  Lightening? Ride faster.

Much to the joy of the Irish/Scottish dissent rider, the temp had dropped a quick 20 degrees by the time we reached Monticello, Utah.  We headed west towards Dove Creek with the Sicillian relieved that the highlander was finally in her comfort zone.  Never get too comfortable.

On the way to Dove Creek, CO, the rain came.  It actually felt pretty good after the scorcher in Moab.  Seeing that there were sunny skies ahead, we pushed on through beautiful wheat fields and incredible light that made me wish, once again, that I could stop and take pictures. More on that later.

Then came the wind.  Wind on a motorcycle is an interesting thing.  Wind in your face and all that….a given.  But bring in a strong crosswind and you’ve got a whole new situation.  You have to stay loose while you maintain control, which involves leaning in while you anticipate backdraft from trucks and deceptive protective levees.   (Parentals, please know that if the wind and rain had come at the same time, we would have pulled over.)

Time for Motorcycle Metaphors!

When the crosswinds hit you, keep your hand on the throttle, lean in and keep going.  You’re more powerful than you think you are. DO NOT let your guard down until you’re through that shit. Period.

Then, don’t forget to say thank you for the power that got you through it.  

This used to be a genuine rivalry.    Triumphs were lighter and faster.   Brando rode one in The Wild One.  James Dean, Steve McQueen and Dylan rode them.   

Harley built the Sportster to compete.   Both companies have seen some very dark days since their golden years, but Harley has won the battle, at least in terms of sales.   

Just goes to show you, there’s  no accounting for taste.  

Two days of stunning beauty in CO and UT.  

Pics coming soon.  

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