Pocatello is a common stopping point for Canadians heading south. We stop at the local Best Western and crashed after long day ride yesterday. Nights usually ended by pouring a glass of Rye and Coke before crashing. Makes me feel a bit like Julian, except the plastic hotel cups and lack of ice just doesn’t do it justice.
Waking up early we load the bikes and hit the road. The way through Utah was pretty uneventful and full of freeway riding. Like Calgary who hosted the Olympics in 88 and only recently took the Olympic signs down from the city entrances, Salt Lake still clings on to the fact they hosted the Olympics many years prior.
The weather was great and we stopped periodically for minor adjustments of luggage and water breaks. People are super friendly and usually stop to chat at gas stations.
Southern Utah starts to turn into red desert. Its an amazing landscape and makes me want to head out to Moab one day. Vegas is one of our destinations, but the day is getting long and we decide to crash in St. George for the night.
Judging by the number of white steeples in St. George, I get the sense there is a very strong Mormon presence in the St.George area. We dump our gear and head out without our riding gear for a quick bite to eat and a cold beer. We find a great Thai place that serves cold Singha beer.