Michael and I drove out of Grantsville, Utah heading south on 36, crossing over the range through Eureka. The cutoff from Grantsville to 36 was riddled with potholes large enough to take a bike down or do tire damage. Michael (riding in front) would wave a leg off the bike to point it out for me when he passed one – first on the left, then on the right. Pretty soon it was like he was doing some sort of dance with no foot peg usage. The potholes were everywhere! He asked me later if this helped me see the potholes. I said, “Not really, they were pretty big, and I could see them anyway.” He then asked why I didn’t say anything earlier. I said, “Because it was amusing to watch you dance.”
We rolled into Moab with Alaska beer packed in bubble wrap all intact- our gift to Neal and Jen. We had dinner with Neal, Jen, Jake and Amy at Buck’s Grill where we dined on buffalo meatloaf and polenta lasagna and talked about trip plans. We retired at the Sunflower Hill B&B, a nice little place that is comfortable and cozy and run by a local Mormon family. They can really serve up a wonderful home-cooked breakfast from scratch (Martha Stewart style). Try the lemon scones! The only bad thing I can say about the place is that the Mormons don’t know how to make coffee.
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