We spent the night in Green River, Utah, a sad wee town way past it's best, littered with abandoned motels, gas stations and once proud business premises. No doubt it was once prosperous but those days are long since gone, with those people remaining possibly without anywhere else to go. Dinner last night was at a reasonable restaurant (the only one for miles) across the road from our hotel - there were some fairly creative man made rock formations that were intriguing - surprising where creativity finds expression. The country is hard - ever changing but always hard, and little evidence of any agriculture other than those few areas where irrigation has transformed rock and dust into pasture. Access to water makes all the difference, but those areas are few and far between. Those with water can even make hay, baled green (almost artifically green in colour), ready for the harsh winter that will arrive all to soon. We stopped for coffee in a small town named "Price". Bigger and slightly, just ever so slightly more prosperous than Green River it was uninspiring, with the only coffee available at a supermarket or McDonalds. I remembered to buy some much need sunscreen- too little, too late! We have been reminded that "middle America" is often lacking prospects or prosperity, tumble down towns and communities living on very little, and very little to show for it as a consequence. It appears to be a dreary existance for many, very hot in summer, extreme snow in winter, virtually a desert 12 months a year. To date, inspite of any real knowledge of local speed limits (unless sign posted) we've been untroubled by State Trooper's, Highway Patrol or any of the many local Sheriff's Depts. In general terms open road limits vary between 50mph and 80mph. By all accounts, one or two have crossed into 3 figures (that is real money, not kilometres) so we really can expect the worst if we're pinged. A fairly short day on the road today, time for a late afternoon nap before drinks and dinner - an early start and long day looms tomorrow, Jackson Hole our destination, 5.5 hours on the bike Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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