On the way to Moab, we drove this stretch of road. I
could swear I saw a bright red Dodge pickup heading south. Hmmmm.
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Here Julie is looking less than pleased about
the Slick Rock trail so far. If you look carefully, you can see
the dashed white lines that mark the trail on the orange rock. On
very tight corners, the white dashes would have cross-hatch marks that
made a symbol very much like a scar with stitches. Hmmmm.
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Here I am at another stop with the trail
heading off into the background. From all the pictures, you'd
think we stopped an awful lot. We did. I just didn't trust
the guy with the white paint. That white line did some really
crazy things.
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Here Julie is trying out for a Powerbar
commercial. Actually, this is a stop that overlooks a gorge that
the New Zealand guide said was the site for filming part of Star Wars.
Does it look like someplace that R2-D2 and C3-PO might have been?
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The nice New Zealand guide took our picture
too.
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Then there was the site of my endo into the
sand. The trail drops a few feet from rock into this sand. I
came down without lifting my front wheel and it just buried itself and
I flew over the handlebars. It was the only crash and it was
pretty soft sand. It was the most comical part of the day.
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This is what we looked like after about two
hours and 2.7 miles, but before we jumped in the pool at the hotel.
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