We are headed to Bryce, and I am excited to not be cold! As we travel further and further south the sun beats down. It is summer and it is hot. A stifling choking hot. I really wish I could take off my jacket and wear shorts, but there is no escaping the sun and I can't risk the exposure.
We stop at Goblin valley, and it is amazing. Truly one of nature's works of art. I would love to walk among all the hoodoos, but I don't get very far. It is too tempting to take the opportunity to shield myself from the sun in the bowery and pour water over myself.
On the way to Bryce we have a beautiful highway drive in the evening through a picturesque winding highway that takes us by remarkable scenery, formations, and across mountain tops. Then the rain rolls in. Luckily it is not too much further til we reach the hotel soaked, tired, and hungry. The storm promises to stick around for a few days, but we are lucky again because the next day we are able to travel around Bryce canyon and hike and enjoy without any weather problems. I wasn't even too hot.
We prepare to leave the next morning. The storm has picked up again, and travels with us. I am thankful for the huge ugly bulgy bodysuit that my husband has bought for me. It is the most waterproof thing ever. It is quite an experience to speed down the lonely desert roads with lightning crashing not too far off around you. On the motorcycle, you are part of nature. It is a 3D experience. All your senses are tuned in to the environment around you. This is what makes it so amazing and awe inspiring on one hand, but also can be downright miserable and scary on the other.
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