Another Day Of Rumspringa: Logan Canyon

Garden City, UT
As I sit not far from the massive and rather blue Bear Lake I think it’s no longer premature to declare that I have successfully traversed the desert. The mountains on the far side of the river are obscured through a thin haze that I believe indicates water vapor. My rough estimate is that I rode 2,000 miles, ignoring my brief stint in Colorado, from the start of one desert in Del Rio, TX to the exit at my current lakeside campsite. I enjoyed my time in the Southwest but Summer is nearly here and the desert will become inhospitable to someone as Irish as myself.
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Another Day Of Rumspringa: At Long Last: Moab

Moab, UT
Welcome to dirt bag HQ! I’ll talk more about my journeys later, but for now I’m just checking in to say that I didn’t end up disarticulating my own arm in Canyonlands. I’ll be in Moab for a few days resting and hopefully shredding when I get my hands on a bike. I hiked 16 miles yesterday and chased it today with 80 miles on the bike, so I’ve earned some rest.

My eyes are not coping well with the sun around here so I plan to spend most of tomorrow indoors and hopefully finding some nice shades to break/lose. I haven’t found much time to read lately and basically everyone in Utah, no exaggeration, has told me to read the works of Edward Abbey before I can consider myself a true desert rat. I’m desperate for the approval of these sun baked bohemians so it’s time to become conversant in their Bible. I mean other than the Book of Mormon.