Hot two wheeled adventure in Canyonlands, Utah
By Frosty Wooldridge
John Muir said, “When you pick up a rock, you discover that it’s hitched to everything else in the universe.”
On this motorcycle journey into the desolate beauty of
Riding out of
that expansive bridge with no center struts, it framed aspirin-white mountain peaks jutting into blue skies.
“This is going to be a beautiful ride,” I said to Sandi.
We powered the bike through thinning traffic. At lower elevations, fresh green aspen leaves brightened the woods where dark pines blanketed mountain flanks. Sharp valleys led to snowy summits high above us. Every mile provided another white-capped peak surrounded by azure sky. Above us, 10 white pelicans with six foot wingspans flew in formation toward their Canadian nesting grounds.
“Look at those birds,” Sandi pointed.
“Beautiful!” I said.
We’ve seen them up close on our canoe trips at
The road wound its way toward historic
Main Street
At the visitor center, we watched a movie of historic
Back on the road, we sailed through the Eisenhower Tunnel and glided over
Soon, we rolled along the mighty Colorado River through gorgeous
Hungry as all git out, we stopped at the “19th Street Diner” in Glenwood Springs. Talk about a blast from the past! Elvis sang! Marilyn Monroe’s white dress flared over our table! James Dean, Elvis, Brando and Monroe sat at a diner with the title: “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”. Another poster featured the Beatles with their signatures. One big picture showed the front end of a 57 Chevy alongside a
We sat on duct taped (repaired) sparkling vinyl booth seats while a 75 year old waitress who could have been Elvis’ mother, walked up, “Ya hungry?”
“Yes ma’am,” Sandi said. “We’ll have two strawberry milkshakes, veggie burgers and fries.”
When she brought our food, I asked, “Ma’am, I’m curious…why aren’t you retired?”
She replied, “I livin’ to be 100 and I need lots of money to p-a-r-t-y! I can’t kick up my dancing shoes if I ain’t got no money…unless you want to start supporting my lifestyle.”
After gorging ourselves, we jumped back on the bike, gassed up and headed west into traffic.
We rolled through
Next morning, we broke camp and hit the road as the morning sunrise danced on the 1,000 foot cliff faces above us along the river canyon. We crossed over the
Soon, towering spires pierced the sky while rock mesas blazed in the fresh sunlight of a new day. I dare say not a 100 yard stretch of straight pavement existed on that road toward
As Henry David Thoreau said, “We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.”
In
After filling our tummies, we topped the tank on our bike and headed toward “
After showing our pass, we leaned the bike into a giant “S” curve that carried us past a wall of gargantuan rocks that resembled a red/tan version of the Pillsbury Doughboy. As we gained altitude, we reached a high plains where rocks dominated the landscape. It might be described as nature’s
We stopped at “Park Avenue” where we walked along a canyon that resembled walking down a skyscraper-lined street in
We pulled the bike away from “
“Sandi, hold your hand as if you’re holding up Balanced Rock,” I said. “Yeah, that’s it!”
Sandi made a muscle and held up the rock with a grin on her face.
Later we rode through the “Garden of Eden” where many rocks formed doughnut holes big enough to drive a truck through them. Tall red/tan spires pierced the sky like so many arrows. We powered the bike through a rock garden built via a million years of wind, water and ice erosion.
The hike to Delicate Arch proved glorious and a bit of a labor. The arch stands out on the side of a ‘toilet bowl-like’ rock foundation. Some say it looks like the bottom half of a cowboy with chaps from the waist down. Others say it’s shaped like a doughnut cut by a third. For certain, it’s a beautiful piece of nature’s artwork.
Later, we checked out “Landscape Arch” after a mile walk-in.
“That’s phenomenal,” Sandi said. “It says here it’s 103 yards long of a rock bridge. It could collapse at any time under the weight of thousands of tons of rock.”
“At some point, it will,” I said. “Nature creates and nature destroys.”
We filled up the water bottles before taking off. By now lots of motorcycles scattered around the parking lots. We met some New Zealanders riding around the country and even met Mike Gordon the architect of Boettcher Hall in
A Harley rider named Jim said, “I’m on a three month vacation for my retirement…I’m going to see the whole country!”
We angled the bike back through all the curves, past the big rock walls and down the giant “S” curve before exiting the park.
“Let’s camp out in Canyonlands,” I said to Sandi as we headed west.
“Suits me,” she said.
Canyonlands receives one-third as many visitors as Arches, but from the ride toward the entrance, I’d say mile for mile, Canyonlands equals anything and any park in the
John Muir said, “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop of like autumn leaves.”
Canyonlands proves a remarkable replica of viewing the
On each side, spire cathedrals reach skyward from a foundation a thousand feet below. Astounding vacant canyons– blazing red, dapple tan, dark brown and filled with jagged rock cliffs–astound a visitor. Atop the mesa, pinion trees grow out of rocks while hawks soar on the updrafts. We followed the serpentine road all the way to the end where the road stopped at a cliff edge: The Grand View!
As we neared the edge, Sandi said, “This looks much like a moonscape! Barren, broken, mystical and so beautiful!”
“Look here,” I said pointing to the sign. “It says there are three levels to this canyon. We’re on the top level while one-thousand feet below the white rim stone held off erosion and another thousand feet below that the
“All of those levels reveal stunning beauty,” Sandi said.
We heard motorcyclists from
“Bonjour, ca va?” I greeted them.
“Bonjour monsieur,” one spoke back. “Ca va bien! La vue, magnifique!”
We chatted for a bit with their broken English. Lovely group!
As the sun sank lower into the sky, we hopped back on the bike for the ride out of the park. Once we exited, we saw a long dirt road leading away from the pavement. Perfect! I turned the bike onto the road. After bumping along, we found a quiet spot near the edge of canyon. It dropped 1,000 feet.
We pitched the tent and cooked dinner. Ah, nothing so savory as Lasagna followed with blueberry cheesecake! While we sat on a couple of rocks, brilliant golden sunrays splashed over sections of the canyon—lighting them up in various tones of red, tan, bronze and beige. Horsetail clouds swirled and danced above us with multiple gold and purple tinges at the edges while gray/white tones created a mosaic painting in the sky. In front of us, the fire licked the cooling night air. As the sun made its final blazing descent below the horizon, we crawled into our tent for a quiet night’s sleep.
Next day, we headed south toward
In Cortez, we headed east toward
Long sweeping curves carried us into Ridgeway where we accidentally stopped at the “True Grit Café” where John Wayne’s pictures and movie posters decorated every wall. Why? He earned his only Oscar best actor trophy for portraying a grizzled one-eyed lawman in “True Grit”—filmed right there in
Six Harley riders walked in and sat down while we walked out. “Howdy gents,” I said. They nodded.
We hit the road for the ride back to
The engine droned, the white lines flew by, the pavement led upward into another curve. As I glanced into my rear view mirrors, I remembered that poster in the “
19th Street
As John Muir said, “How deep our sleep last night in the mountain’s heart, beneath the trees and stars, hushed by solemn-sounding waterfalls and many small soothing voices in sweet accord—whispering peace! And our first pure mountain day, warm, calm, cloudless—how immeasurable it seems, how serenely wild! I can scarcely remember its beginning. Along the river, over the hills, in the ground, in the sky, spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm, new life, new beauty, unfolding, unrolling in glorious exuberant extravagance,—new birds in their nests, new winged creatures in the air, and new leaves, new flowers, spreading, shining, rejoicing everywhere.”
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