On the road yet again.... This weekend was spent at one of
the activities I like best. Rallying with MOA members.
The venue of choice for this month was the Red Rock Rendezvous
put on by the Beehive Beemers club of Salt Lake City, Utah.
They have over the last few years managed to get in and stay
in the good graces of the kind people of Panguitch, Utah where
the rally is held. That puts it in the heart of some of the
best riding Utah has to offer. More about that later.
Since it is sort of a long ride (at least for members of the
marshmallow butt association like me), I decided two days were
in order to make the run from Tucson, Az to Panguitch, Ut.
That put me on the road at 6:00Am Thursday headed north.
My first stop was a force of habit stop at the top of El Capitan
pass just north of Globe. Don't know why, I just always stop here.
Practicing common sense, I didn't stay long. It is always best
to get out of the desert early in the summer months.
In Globe I made a stop for fuel, and ran into two fellow rally
aficionados who were also making it a two day trip. Pushing
on (the day was really heating up quick). I made it to Roosevelt
lake. The water levels were way down. All but one of the boat
ramps have been closed since the water has long since receded well
beyond their reach. If this drought doesn't end soon, there won't
be a lake left.
As I was running on Hwy 188 along the lake, I passed a golf cart
on the shoulder running a sign that read "wagon train ahead". Hmmmm
this is unusual, so I took their suggestion, and slowed way back,
sure enough just over the next rise, was a 4 wagon train with
wagons, horses, mules, and all kinds of mounted riders. The had
mounted traffic handlers at both ends so I passed them slowly,
and picked a nice spot just ahead to pull off. I can't pass up
this sort of opportunity for pictures.
Turns out this was the Vision Quest group out doing one of their
repeats of the travails experienced by the early settlers with
problem kids. I did a little looking after I got back, and these
youngsters are the most incorrigible of the worst. The deal is
they have to work really hard to get accepted in the program.
They were cordial, and waved and chatted as they passed by, so
it must do some good..... although it could be heat stroke too,
it was beginning to get very very hot. Shortly up the road I
stopped again to get one of those traditional travel pictures
(the ones you get every time you go by a place). The bridge at
Roosevelt lake is one of those for me. While I was loading back
I chatted with some couple on Harleys that were headed for a
rally in Williams, Az.
With that stop under my belt, I hit the road in earnest, and
my next stop was a brief pull in for gas in Payson, Az. Once
I made Payson, I was into the pines, and the temps became more
bearable, so the pace was back down. My only goal was Flagstaff
before dark (something about Az. forests and elk after dark just
doesn't work for me on a bike).
My planned route then took me along hwy 87 through Pine,
Strawberry, and Clints Well, Az. Then onto hwy 487 for the
final leg to Flagstaff. Along the way I passed through Happy
Jack, Az. They had an old logging wagon, or part of one sitting
in front of the ranger station.
After Happy Jack, my next notable stop was Mormon Lake.....
more properly, these days it would be Mormon Meadow, there isn't
drop one of water in it. This was my first glimpse of the San
Francisco Peaks behind Flagstaff (so named because on a clear day
it is rumored you used to be able to see San Francisco from the
Rolling into Flagstaff just after 1PM, I decided that a stop at
NAU's skydome for some pictures might be in order, I graduated in
1999, but I still like to visit the town and the school occasionally
the just sort of grow on you after a while, and what would a visit
be without some pictures of the mountain yes there is still just a little bit of snow on the north face.
Much to my amazement, when I got to Steve's (my gracious host
for the evening), he was home for lunch, and just getting
ready to go back to work. The evening was spent much the same
as any evening in the company of old college friends, with mixed
drinks (strictly rum n cokes, and scotch n waters no appletinis for this
crowd.....apologies Benn....) and plenty of story telling