The Way Home...

After listening to the Elk bugle much of the night I rose to enjoy the soft sunrise of my last day on the road, walking along the Canyon rim of Flaming Gorge.

As I was returning to camp to pack up several of the locals wandered by...

I was watching this doe and this year's fawn when I spotted some movement coming up from a Canyon Overlook up ahead.

I'm guessing they bed down in the safety of the Canyon Walls for the night and then come back up to graze through the day...

Don't know if it's coincidence or they're prospering, but it seems like every time I come back their numbers have increased...

*Big Horns, just clearing the Flaming Gorge rim*

*Nice View from camp*

But no matter how fine the view I had miles to go before sunset so I'd no choice but to load the bike and keep on rolling...

I wasn't anxious to get where I was going (the end of the trip) so I cruised pretty easy coming down out of the High Country into the desert around Vernal Utah.

The Fall is well advanced up there...

*The road out of Canyon Rim Campground*

*Roads through the Aspen Gold near Flaming Gorge*

I rode out past Dinosaur National Monument (didn't stop this time) and on through Meeker, Craig, Steamboat Springs to Walden. I fueled there and coffeed up for the final run down Pouder Canyon and home...

Figures that the best mileage of the ride (55 mpg+) came on that last tank running down the canyon. ;)

Getting back from a ride is always a mixed bag. By the time a trip is done my head is clear and my strength is greater... The sheer Joy of being exactly where I belong feeds the desire to just keep on rolling...

We'll be moving camp early next week. It's the start of a slow, month long migration back to the Valley of the Sun for a weeklong November job at NASCAR.

... I'm scheming a few rides this winter around that southern desert country...

Grab Your Handles and Ride!
Brian