With Rv Dazy's black and grey tanks emptied, propane tank topped off and enough food in cabinets and fridge to last a couple-three weeks, Bobbie heads home to Lovely Ouray...this time for good. I watch as the car shrinks into Eastern Utah's stark horizon down a long, lonely dirt road. Her bike trys to escape its rack with every bump and jolt. Elton John's "Rocket Man" plays in my head...I miss the Earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space...
|Andre and Rose, riding "the slabs."|
|Andre and Rose...two ships lost on a sandstone sea|
|On another bike ride, Andre and I ply a few interior trails in Klondike Bluffs|
|Andre zooms "Little Salty's" yellow lines|
|Andre "cleans" a steep, problematic "trap" on "Dino Way"|
|The last 3 miles back to camp are friendlier...except for the headwind|
It's fun hanging out with agreeable, likeminded mates. It sure makes for an enjoyable camp, especially Happy Hours. There's little, if anything, that Andre and Rose won't give a go, and having them around sure beats "lonely out in space," now that Bobbie's hightailed it home.
|I take my guests on the Deep Dry Wells hike.|
|Andre trusts his shoes as he "waltzes" a sketchy drop off into a deep dry-well.|
|Hidden Canyon provides eye-moving entertainment. So many shapes, colors and endless sculptured sandstone can holds one's attention...|