I will be Back

Up to Flaming Gorge and one of the scariest parts of the trip. Parked the bike on the shoulder to get a photo of the massive blue opal nestled in the red rock, and the bike started rolling down the hill while I'm standing behind it taking photos. A short break next to a stream turned into a wonderful campsite, vigorous climb at sunset, and refreshing morning soak in sun, water, and air. Called 911 for the first time ever when a vehicle ahead of me went off the road, plowed through a sign, and hit a tree.