Departing Horseshoe Bend and the town of Page, we rode past
Lake Powell and continued into the scorching desert. We only had a short
distance to go today which we became very grateful for as the thin morning clouds
disappeared and the temperature soared to over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Stopping
for fuel and lunch at the only fuel stop we saw between Page and Zion national
park, we took refuge from the sun in an old diner; here we saw a couple of
Harley riders curiously covering their fingertips with tape which, as they
informed us after they saw our puzzled looks, they had to resort to in order to
protect their fingertips from the hot dry desert air which was causing them to
crack and bleed with their fingerless riding gloves. Thankfully, our gloves
weren’t fingerless and protected us from sharing a similar fate! Wishing them
well, we set about wetting our riding gear in order to provide us with a
primitive form of evaporative air conditioning then mounted our tired steeds
and continued towards Zion.
Reaching Zion in the early afternoon, we proceeded to the
secondary entrance to inquire about camping in the park, only to find that all
of the campsites were full and were not likely to become free anytime soon.
Lucky for us, there was a campsite just outside the park that we had passed
through on our way to the gate so we turned around made our way to the office;
finding that there were ample campsites available which were cheaper, more
secluded and with already made fire pits and wooden tables, winning! The
campsite manager warned us that they were expecting storms that night and the next
day. Considering we had just ridden through what was probably the driest place
we’d been on the trip, we thought the weatherman must have made a mistake; yet,
having been reminded on the trip many times that Mother Nature is unpredictable,
we decided to heed the warning and prepared our campsite for a storm. In this
case, the weatherman had hit the mark, it stormed overnight and continued to
rain intermittently the next day. This limited our exploration of Zion the next
day as some of the trails were closed off due to the risk of flash-flooding, it
did afford us some spectacular views though of water cascading down normally
dry canyon walls.
The day after the storms, the sky cleared and it became
insanely hot again; never an in-between. We went back into Zion to spend more
time exploring the areas that were not open the day before, namely Angel’s
Landing and The Narrows. The climb to Angel’s Landing was spectacular; sheer 1000
feet drops bordering a steep 1.1 mile return path up the ridge leading to the
peak, with nothing but a chain bolted to the rock for safety. After admiring
the views and making our way back to bottom of Angel’s Landing, we had a late
lunch at the only restaurant in the canyon then headed for The Narrows. From
what we’d seen on The Narrows, we had expected a very narrow canyon with a river
flowing through it; however, we found that the river was actually quite wide
and there were a huge amount of tourists moving through it. We followed the
river for a while but decided to turn around after realising that we would wade
a few miles through the murky water before we found solitude and, since it was
getting late, we thought it would be best to leave that for the next time we
were in Zion.
Saying farewell to Zion, we hit the road the next morning,
aiming for a spot just short of Denver; our goal now was to head back to
Michigan, we’d reached the limit of our budgets and were ready to be back in
our own beds. As we rode further north-east the scenery changed dramatically
from incredulously hot desert plains of Utah to forested mountain ranges most
famously known as the Rockies. Riding through here was absolutely beautiful and
much cooler thanks to the shade and elevation of the mountains. With evening
fast approaching we decided to grab some gas for the bikes and ourselves,
stopping at Wendy’s for dinner. Here we sat with our burgers and discussed what
we were going to do about sleeping that night. We came to the conclusion that
riding through Denver (which was about an hour away) in the morning would be
terrible as we would encounter the busy morning rush to work; we decided that
it would be best to blast through Denver that night. With gas in the bike and our
belly’s we headed out into the dark night, making our way down the mountain
towards Denver with our new destination being a rest area just past Denver.
With the sun down it was absolutely freezing, we thought this was summer! Luckily
for us we had sweaters and rain-jackets from M&M Motorcycles to keep us
warm. As we got closer to the city we saw bright flashes of lightning and rain,
just our luck. The road however, branched to the north and the wind was dragging
the clouds south and we made it out of Denver and to our rest area for the
night without getting too wet.
The next day we packed our gear for what would be the last
time (hopefully) and headed into the corn field roads of the Midwest. Tim and
Shaun had friends in Lincoln, Nebraska who they had intended on visiting for a
few nights. We stopped at a gas station and discussed what we were to do. Chris
decided that he really wanted to get home and see his parents and girlfriend so
we parted ways there and Tim and Shaun rode to Lincoln, with Chris riding
onwards to Iowa City and Kalamazoo the next day. In Lincoln Tim and Shaun got a
tour of the city from their friends, ate great food, and fixed a lawn-mower. After
a relaxing two-night stay with their family friends in Lincoln, Tim and Shaun reluctantly
left the comfort of a home away from home and kept riding towards Milwaukee,
Wisconsin where they would meet their parents and take the ferry across Lake
Michigan and ride back home with an entourage of 2 Harley’s.
Since Tim and Shaun still had 2 nights till they were to meet
up with their parents, they decided to break up the trip by spending half a day
in Chicago; which turned out to be a fantastic decision. After finding a
parking spot in downtown, they were greeted by a kind stranger who, having an
interest in adventure riding himself, offered to shout them lunch in exchange
for stories about the journey. Following a delicious lunch, Tim and Shaun
walked down towards the Navy Pier, only to find out that The Blue Angels (arguably
the best aerobatic display team in the world!) were practicing for the Chicago Air
and Water show. How could this day get any better?!
After spending a great half-day in Chicago, Tim and Shaun
left in the afternoon just before the peak hour traffic set in. Finding a nice
rest area just over half-way between Chicago and Milwaukee, they stopped for
the evening and walked across the road to have dinner before setting up. After
setting up though, it became apparent that the warnings people had given us of
camping in rest areas were not entirely false.. In the space of an hour, a very
creepy man was caught trying to peep on both Tim and Shaun whilst they were
using the restroom; an unfortunate ending to such an awesome day. Not willing to
run the risk of the peeping Tom coming back while they were asleep in their
tents and trying something more daring, Tim and Shaun decided to pack up and
find the nearest hotel so they could sleep peaceably.
Upon rising the next day, Tim and Shaun completed their ride
to Milwaukee, meeting with their parents for lunch. We walked around the local
markets and grabbed some supplies for cooking dinner on the barbeque at the
hotel that night: sausages and salad. Luckily the outside cooking area was
undercover because we were blessed once more with thunder, lightning and torrential
rain; our faithful companion throughout the journey. We slept well that night
and rose in the morning with our sights set for Michigan as we rode to the dock
that held our ferry back home. The lake voyage took a mere 3 hours to cross
Lake Michigan and for the first time in close to 4 months we had our feet back
in Michigan; ah what a feeling to be home! We rode off the ferry and pointed
ourselves south heading for the quaint town of Kalamazoo: our starting point.
The next 2 hours of riding went by in a blur as thoughts of home filled our
heads, and soon enough we were riding down familiar streets and eventually
pulled into our driveway. Home: the same as we left it 4 months ago only now much
greener. How lovely it is to be back!
And so, after travelling 14 000 miles through nine countries
in 3.5 months, our journey has come to an end. We’ve seen some incredible
things, met some fantastic people and had experiences that we never would have
imagined; it’s been an amazing adventure and, without a doubt, it’ll be
something that we will all look back on in the future and think “wow, I can’t
believe we did that!”. Thank you to our families for your love and
encouragement; to our sponsors, M&M Motorsports, Contour and Princeton Tec,
for your support both before and during the journey; to the friends we made
along the way, you’re such an important part of what makes a journey great;
and, to those of you that followed our journey along the way, we thank you for
your prayers and encouragement. Most importantly though, we would like to thank
our servicemen and women, both past and present; without the sacrifices you
have made, we may not have had the freedom to undertake this journey. Although
our adventure is over, we haven’t forgotten why we started in the first place;
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please, take a moment to think of those have given so much for your freedom,
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