Our ride started out going into the sun, a painful experience which had me shading my eyes for about an hour, at 80mph. We stopped for breakfast at Molly's. Mark chatted up Molly and found that she had been in business for 40 years. No wonder it was the gathering spot for all the local ranchers.
Back on the road we were in a huge valley all the way. We got to Salt Lake as the temp was climbing into the uncomfortable range. Salt Lake Motorsports took my bike right in and made us comfortable.
Mark is now asleep on a sofa.
Mark writes now.
As we were preparing to leave the Ducati shop, I asked Peter if, since we were close to the Famous Mormon Tabernacle, he would like to stop in and pray that his Ducati would make it back to Virginia. His response was not very Christian-like.
After soaking our cooing vests with water, we headed north toward Bear Lake. We rode through one of the neatest canyons, eventually arriving at Monticello for the evening. We walked across the highway to a family style restaurant, where the special was chicken fried steak. We were uncertain as to what that exactly was. Is it chicken or is it steak ( beef)? Our waitress, Janelle, didn't know either. She "doesn't cook.". Well, against our better judgement, we both ordered it. Mistake.
We were the only customers at that point. then in comes a cowboy, who had been recently hired to help establish a 1500 acre ranch at the base of the mountain, where the goal was to raise black cattle (Angus, I presumed.) He told us it will probably dip into the 30's tonight, but I doubt it.
Off to the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone tomorrow. I expect this to be the prettiest part of the trip.
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Location:Salt lake city, Utah
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