The Ouray Hotel isn't fancy but it is clean and comfy. It's also historic. Rooms are kinda small though... Always good to see our bud Dale, who owns the place.
We're now on Casper's favorite road in all of Utah. Curvy as Hell, no guard rails and lots of elevation, sheer drops, etc. Only this time it's in the rain and fog. Mark wasn't diggin' it much either Ben, so don't feel bad...
Coming out of the Diner, all Hell broke loose with torrential rains pounding down... I'm not opposed to riding in heavy rains at all. But Moab has no soil, only rock. So all of the rain flows off of the hills and down into town. Not the best riding conditions. So we ended up sitting in a hotel room for the next day and a half as the area got more rain in 2 days than they did in the entire previous year. No Arches. No Canyonlands, No nuthin'.
Had brekkie at one of my favorite places; The Moab Diner... Mark, while not trying to poke his eye out with a fork, had the tarditional eggs and bacon... While I went for the green chile breakfast burrito.... Might be paying for that decision later.
We got up the next day with every intention of going to Arches and Canyonlands National Parks. Saw lots of dirt bikes riding through town as we went to breakfast...
As is our usual modus operandi, we stow the gear and head for the local watering hole. Mark was formally introduce to tequila at this stop by Debbie, our bartender at the SlickRock Cafe (http://www.slickrockcafe.com/ )...... .. 5 shots later and the guy knows no strangers...
Anasazi Indian kiva ruins - out in the middle of nowhere.... Sites like this are all over the desert. Many are in very out of the way locations and are hard to find unless you know where they are.