We had a good time hanging around camp and watching the light show on the surrounding rock formations. We hadn't seen another person in over 8 hours and wouldn't see another person til later the next afternoon...
This place ranked in the top 3 of our all-time favorite campsites...
Two days removed from SuperMoon status, but impressive nonetheless...
We slept without the rainfly on the tent and it was spectacular. A low of 66º and nothing but bright shiny stars in my eyes all night. This is the view I woke up to...
We broke camp and took all the gear off our bikes. We had briefly thought about getting the bikes over the night before so we wouldn't have to think about it all night, but we knew that the water level would be lower in the morning.
Still, it was still moving along at a pretty good clip, and the bottom of the crossing was grooved out by the current. Walking across the river was like walking along a whoop section on a motocross track...up and down and up and down. It was mostly sandy but there were some large roundish rolley rocks to contend with. Seeings as how we were a zillion miles from civilization (at least that's how it felt) and we had no idea what lie ahead, we decided to play it safe and walk the bikes across. Eric's TE was first. Eric manned the throttle and clutch and I had hold of the rear. Good thing, as the current tried to sweep the bike away and it was all I could do to keep the thing upright. We made it across without any undue drama and then went back for my supermoto. After both bikes were safely across we went back for all our gear...
The ride out of the canyon on the other side was just as spectacular as the canyon itself...
These little cacti bloom in tons of different colors...
More tomorrow!
This place ranked in the top 3 of our all-time favorite campsites...
Two days removed from SuperMoon status, but impressive nonetheless...
We slept without the rainfly on the tent and it was spectacular. A low of 66º and nothing but bright shiny stars in my eyes all night. This is the view I woke up to...
We broke camp and took all the gear off our bikes. We had briefly thought about getting the bikes over the night before so we wouldn't have to think about it all night, but we knew that the water level would be lower in the morning.
Still, it was still moving along at a pretty good clip, and the bottom of the crossing was grooved out by the current. Walking across the river was like walking along a whoop section on a motocross track...up and down and up and down. It was mostly sandy but there were some large roundish rolley rocks to contend with. Seeings as how we were a zillion miles from civilization (at least that's how it felt) and we had no idea what lie ahead, we decided to play it safe and walk the bikes across. Eric's TE was first. Eric manned the throttle and clutch and I had hold of the rear. Good thing, as the current tried to sweep the bike away and it was all I could do to keep the thing upright. We made it across without any undue drama and then went back for my supermoto. After both bikes were safely across we went back for all our gear...
The ride out of the canyon on the other side was just as spectacular as the canyon itself...
These little cacti bloom in tons of different colors...
More tomorrow!
I do seem to have a photography problem, don't I? 
I gotta tell everyone how my 610 with +16,000 miles on it won the top-speed shoot-out on the playa with a lovely 104mph on the GPS. That was with full knobbies and dirt gearing, by the way 
