As our crazy-awesome motorcycle adventure reaches its penultimate day, we woke in Cannonville, Utah, to a quite cool (to start) morning.

During my dawn meditation, I got into my “zen zone” which calms me immensely. On recovery, I was thinking of how happy my beloved husband Chuck would be about what I am doing to fulfill my dreams that I thought I may not be able (physically) or have courage enough to do.

With…

…my friend Steve’s encouragement and support, I am achieving my goals and am having fun. Mostly. We both are getting tired, sore, and are rather looking forward to returning the Harleys and flying to our respective homes. With over 1,400 miles on the bikes (so far), I think we’ve earned the right to be tired.

Morning bright, we visited Bryce Canyon National Park. We had been there four years ago, so this visit on the bikes was to ride its scenic road, stop a few times for photos,… and ride out. We both have seen enough rocks and rock formations. Though in early morning sun, the colors are stunning and vivid!

We had lunch at a non-diner diner. Meh, but sufficient.

We rode on to the end of motorcycle road UT-12 and turned south on US89 through the famous Panguich Arch…

…to west on UT-9, more world-class motorcycle roads. Utah is filled with these great riding roads. With the price of a gallon of gas exceeding $4.35, we hope a lot of it goes for road maintenance taxes. Utah’s road network is very well maintained.UT-9 goes right through Zion National Park.This road is scenic, but full of twists, turns, and tunnels. I had forgotten about them. Once more, I steeled my courage and “rode my own ride.” That is, I rode slowly, deliberately, and carefully. Most of my fellow bikers back home hate how slowly I ride, especially on switchbacks and tight corners.

Not Steve… he is very patient, kind, and supportive to allow me to “ride my own ride,” even waiting for me to catch up when he gets way ahead of me.

On riding 180 miles today, we arrived at our hotel in Springdale, the “home town” of Zion National Park. Most expensive hotel of our entire two weeks. Not again — I’m done with tourist towns. Give me a dozen St. Georges, Hankvilles or Cannonvilles any day.

I shot a lot of video again today, but editing and processing must wait until I return home and have my mainframe desktop available that can handle video editing easily.

As I mentioned, Steve and I both are tired. Tomorrow, we ride back to Las Vegas and return our Harleys. I am pleased that we will get support with local logistics and transportation from a friend who lives in LV with whom I once worked when at the American Red Cross.

Life is short: fulfilling dreams is work and is tiring, but so very memorable.