Jeremiah Watt

The stay in Hanksville was a plesant one, and the lady that ran theRV Park made it even more so, if more folks in the world could have her attitude this would be a greater place than it is. I was up early, about 5:15, and was packed and on the bike by 6am. Nothing more to do than turn on my tiny tailights and start pedalling north to Green River, my next stage stop.

I have to say that I have never noticed how gorgeous the flowers smell when you are out in the desert before the breezes pick up. On this day it was like a perfume factory, and it was not that the ditches were loaded with them, they were indeed sparse, but pungent. I watched the sun come up and paint the mountain tops first then with wider and wider washes of paint the canyon rims and finally the desert floor were alive with that early morning light that gives both depth and character to a place that can seem hostile at 2 in the afternoon sun.

I was warned the day before that the road is rather nasty and no shoulder. But the reality of it is that the first 6-8 miles are just okay, but from that point on the road was one of the best I had been on to date.
It turned into a hot day, and I am not sure just why I had so much of a stuggle to get up to Green River, but I sure did.
I road into town and replenished my cooking supplies,and found the Green River State PArk, which as it turned out was really a nice place. I had a shower and commenced cooking a real treat in my single titanium pot. I had found a BOX of quick warm stew and mixed that with water and a package of noodles, so being half cook all I did was add water. It turend out very good in fact, and would recommend it to any other wanderers out in the hinter lands.
NOTE, place water and noodles in bottom first, then pour the stew over top, that way it will not burn so easily.

I met a very nice couple from Albuquerque and even got invited over to there trailer for somehome made apple pie that this little old retired lady had made from FREE APPLES that hung over a fence some place in Colorado. AS she likes to tell it, she "Borrowed" the apples and her husband Ron drove the getta way truck. NO matter, the visit and pie were both a welcome treat, after not haveing had much conversation with anyone latley.
It was timeto turn in, and boy howdy, is that pad ever feeling narrow now.
Good Night and God Bless