Kelly and I got started a little earlier than the rest so we could take the bikes over to the car wash to get some of the grime from the last few days washed off. Aside from getting wet, the thing I hate about riding in the rain is how dirty it gets the bike.
We decided to go up over Cedar Canyon again so we could take 89 home and avoid as much of the Interstate as we could. It probably adds an hour or so to the trip, but the miles are easier and the traffic is lighter as we turned north at the junction and headed to Panguich. By the time we hit Richfield, there was a “rumbly in my tumbly”, but we were close to Mom’s Cafe—one of my favorite diners on 89. After topping off both the bike and ourselves, we mounted up for the last couple hours to home.
I enjoy riding through the little towns in rural Utah—and every other place for that matter. I was disappointed when we had to rejoin the rush on the Interstate, but it was nice to get home.
Chris had complained for most of the trip of some stomach problems, which turned out to be appendicitis. We’ve been calling her one tough mutha since then. We cranked off a lot of miles, which must have been pretty miserable. Needless to say, we’re glad it didn’t burst while we were on the road.