Twenty Days In

Today was some of the best riding yet. From Moab along the Colorado River, up CO 139 back into Utah and then into spooky beautiful southwestern Wyoming.

I am not tired of riding. I miss my home and Portland just a little. I do not miss work. John Nail, the Tenere rider I met in Albuquerque had sold his home and was just--riding. I find myself envying him.

Of course I've been very fortunate to have had good weather and no mishaps or breakdowns. That's the kind of stuff that sours one on motorcycling rather quickly.