Should you force yourself to go on vacation?
At 6:00am on Sunday, bands of snow roamed Colorado Springs. Webcams on several mountain passes showed snow-covered roads, with more snow falling. My 1150GS laid cozy in the garage, festooned with all the gear needed for a 4-day desert-exploration trip in Moab.
My long-suffering sweetie Kait, was quick to point out that this was the same time-period in which my younger brother and his wife flipped their AWD Subaru over Lizard Pass in a blinding snowstorm. I had all the reasons needed to call it off and spend 4 days in my garage relaxing with some Jungle records and my mechanical projects.
Morning came like a cool, sharp knife into my consciousness. While the 0-degree down bad certainly muffled the morning desert cool, I was acutely aware that this was not the time to wake up.
This morning introduces two new characters into the story. Bean (the hang-loose gentleman on the yellow 1150GS), and Jefe (looking lonely behind the black KLR 650). Bean and Jefe are masters of the luxurious camp. High-speed espresso and a breaky of scrambled eggs, sausage and peppers over propane stoves.
Image From www.joesdiner.org
The White Rim Road. 100 miles of advanced 4×4, high-clearance road and trail cut into the outer rim of the Island In The Sky mesa top. It can take 2-3 days by jeep, and up to 4 days by mountain bike. Our plan was to zip through it in a single day, on large touring motos with (mainly) street tires. Bold strategy Cotton.