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April 14, 2003
I've been out riding. After my last entry, I had conversations with some friends about the sense of restlessness that I was feeling. I talked with my boss, and decided to trade last week for one of the weeks I'd already asked off for in July. Next, I emailed Jan and set up a time and place for her family to meet me in Las Vegas. And then I left.
I kept a short blog while I was gone.
The full trip report will be here, but here's a summary and a few of my favorite pictures. I've heard that some people using IE6 on Windows are having problems seeing the pictures. Sorry.
thursday, april 3
friday, april 4
Later in the evening, I rode to Las Vegas and met up with Jan, Keith, and Zeke.
saturday, april 5
sunday, april 6
Leaving Las Vegas (isn't that a movie?), I headed north along the western coast of Lake Mead, and ended up on one of Nevada's best-kept secrets: State Route 167.
I hopped onto I-15 in the evening and cut across northwestern Arizona and into southern Utah. A couple of hours later, I wound up just outside of Zion National Park.
monday, april 7
After lunch, I geared up again, and took Hwy 9 through the park until it meets up with the Zion-Mt.Carmel Highway.
I continued east through Utah, towards Bryce Canyon National Park. It was getting pretty cold by this point; the high temperature at Bryce that day had been in the mid-20s (F) and there was snow on the ground, though not on the roads.
tuesday, april 8
After Bryce...well, we just kept heading south.
wednesday, april 9
Once that was sorted, I did my usual morning shuttle tour, this time of the western edge of the south rim (otherwise known as the Hermit's Rest Route). I started to grow weary of touring.
Again, I suited up after lunch and toured a bit more on the SVS.
I left the park and started heading back west.
thursday, april 10
There's not much in the Nevada desert. I had originally planned on going up to Hwy 50 ("the loneliest road in america"), but after a few hours on highways 375 and 6, I was ready to go home. I ended up in Reno for the night, and rode back to the Bay Area on Friday morning.
So that's where I've been. It ended up being eight days, 2649.2 miles, four states, four national parks. More stories to follow, naturally.