Coming home is always the reward.
I peeked out my motel window last night after posting, and saw this guy waiting on what appeared to be a leftover breakfast served as dinner. He looked young and rangy, and I imagined an ongoing courtship between him and the somewhat nosey and bossy proprietor of the Best Western. When I peeked out again at night the he was gone, as were the sausages. Somebody finished off the eggs by morning.
I got on the road at 7:30 and did the 17 miles to Salina for a half gallon fill up. Then it was the 100 mile stretch to Green River through the most magical part of I-70: the San Rafael Swell.
It was a truly beautiful ride.
Originally the air was cold and the shadows still cooler—probably in the fifties—brisk in the wind on the bike. As the sun got high in the sky, the shadows fell away and the air warmed, in turn warming my hands and knees.
I had long stretches of the road to myself, arcing through grand sweepers, spiraling down passes and then back up, celebrating the morning.
I-70 in Colorado is also beautiful, and really a legendary part of American roadway,
I got behind two big guys on their Harley tourers, and the three of us cruised along at 90 for a while. I don’t have much range on the Sportster, so I eventually turned off.
Still, I don’t like riding I-70 in Colorado. It’s dangerous. There is too much traffic for the most part, which causes unpredictable patterns. This time there were two emergency stops in tunnels.
It was a fun little trip. I’ll write more as I think I about it.
Thanks for riding along with me.
Onwards! 
Welcome home
I love the LA succulents!
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I love reading your stories and a see clearly where you are riding. Glad you are home safe and sound. Thanks for sharing! Deb
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What a lovely experience it was, reading your entire travelogue at one go!
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Diptarup, I am so flattered you took the time to read through this. Truly. It inspires me to write more!
Onwards!
Wm.
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