The hotel gave vouchers for coffee at the gas station next door. So after an early cup of gratis joe, we packed up the bike and headed out. We left early since it was forecast to get hot as we went south - it got hot despite the early leaving.
We've had many sunrises push us down the road so far this trip, but this was the first day when we rode into the sun. The bright sun made it hard to see the road, and when three deer ran out in front of the bike, it was cause to be vigilant.
The morning was cool and as with previous mornings, the upper elevations were warmed quickly, while the cold air pooled into the valleys.
Most of the road was quite straight, but there were another set of mild switchbacks near Ely, Nevada.
We turned off of US50 - The Loneliest Road - and onto US93 - which was still quite lonely. Traffic did start to pick up as we got South, as it was Labor Day Weekend. There were hoards of off road vehicles being dragged all over Utah and Nevada.
We crossed into Utah, and made our way to Saint George. The geological formations outside of Saint George were very pretty.
Because we got to Saint George earlier than anticipated, I looked up a Honda dealer to get the Goldwing an oil change. It wasn't panic time, but getting the oil changed gives me one less thing to worry about for the rest of the trip.
The dealership ended up not being a Honda dealership, but they were a sister dealer to one. I found this slightly disconcerting which was stupid. I was just glad they could get us in and the oil changed quickly.
Once the lubricants were refreshed, we headed to D's condo. It was easy to find, and nobody had claimed the garage so I was able to park the Goldwing in it. This was also nice since I was planning on taking a day off of the bike.
The condo was in a really nice area and the view from the condo was also pretty. Yet another place I could get used to.
We visited for a while, before taking a walk/hike into a nearby gulch. It was fun, but it was hot. It was hot, hot. I wished I had more sunscreen and my vacation hat.
Dinner was at Costa Vida - which was surprisingly like Cafe Rio from a few days previous. It was good, but the quesadillas were better than the enchiladas.
We all talked for a while and made plans for the next day before turning in for the night.
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