the South Rim.
Life is so good.
I just came in after spending 20 minutes on the ridge, braving the 21 degree temperature and the gailing winds to see one of earth's most spectacular sights, the sun rising over the Grand Canyon. My goodness, life does have its splendid rewards.
There were others out there too, regaling me with a concert of German, Finish, French and English accents. I have no idea what they were saying but ill bet you a million bucks it was poles apart from the bellyaching of the New York family. If you dislike the cold so much, go back home and watch your Yankees. Don't lace my time hear in heaven.
Yesterday I finally woke up Eric up at 8:30. Too much to do, too much to see.
We went to the fitness room of the Quality Inn. We started with a 20 minus workout using a routine that I had saved to the iPad. From there we wanted to lift a few weights. However, the weight options were limited (see photo)
. So we went to have breakfast instead. We got on the road about 10 a.m.
The riding yesterday was great; some manageable 10-15 mph wind gusts but nothing bad enough to interfere with our steady 65-70 mph speeds down fabled Rte. 66, the original coast to coast road made famous by the early 60's tv show and the accompanying theme song by the same name
. A couple of times I put on the helmut cam that Colin lent me. Hopefully I can get some good footage from it.
On the open roads Eric constantly needles me to follow his bursts to 100+ mph. It's not happening. I prepared myself for this pestering and purposely do the opposite when he starts in. It's a ying and yang thing, a mutual state that is with us most of the time. Our readers have surely picked up on this over the years.
Eric had requested that I plan out the itinerary for this trip. I was happy to do so since he had dome the bulk of this pre-work in years past. My plan called for us to make our way from Vegas to the Gand Canyon and spend much of the time along the way making detours, doing off-road trips and hiking. When we picked up the bikes, Eric talked at length with the motorcycle dealer. Coming away from that conversation he wanted to rip up my plans and head north to Mexican Hat, Moab and Capital Reef and then come back through western Utah (where we went on our first trip) to Vegas. His plan, that he is pushing for, adds nearly 1,000 miles of riding and goes through daily temperatures 40-50 degrees colder that what I had packed for. I am reluctant to make the change but his desire to go north outweighs mine to go south. He wins. We're fueling up and heading for rte. 160 north (a desolate 100 mile stretch of road) in a little while.
Who knows where we will stay tonight. We, and you, will find out later.
Have a great day.
-George
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