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For the last couple months DanRider and I had been whining about the lack of fresh air, campfires and good whiskey in our lives. So we planned to find a cure with a departure date of last Friday. Only problem was that on Thursday afternoon I booger'd up my front wheel and caliper (another story) and took my bike 'out of play' for awhile. But a certain SDAR MotoBrother stepped in and fairly insisted I take his bike and go, so as not to leave Dan alone and unsupervised over the weekend. Thank you Dave! The Flying Goose saves the day. We thought it would be nice to ride about 700 miles and take a picture of rock Dan hadn't seen before, so we aimed at Flagstaff and gave the horses their heads. Apparently our horses were thirsty from the 104 degree weather and detoured to a little spot called Topock. There were about 100 Harleys in the parking lot (literally) and easily a hundred boats. This is one popular watering hole. With plenty of Harley leather and Sturgis attitude to go around. Does this chair make my butt look big? Dan is in his happy place. And you thought motorcycles were expensive! Thirsts slated ... we focused on Flagstaff. But upon arrival we decided to throw another 100 miles behind us which planted us firmly in Tuba City. Now to find a campsite and cold beer. Have you ever been to Tuba City? Good. You've not wasted a precious day of your life then. This is a dry reservation town. No beer for you! So after riding 600 miles we landed at the most beautiful campsite I've ever stayed at. I just love the sound of fireworks popping all night instead of a real campfire. I love drinking Pepsi with my Sonic Burger. And I love lying awake all night wondering if the bikes and gear will still be there when the sun comes up in the morning. Fortunately Dan had flask in his gear to help take the edge off. The next mornings sleep antidote. Good coffee is essential. This fella wanted to share my oatmeal. I don't think so. So off we continued and eventually found Dan's rock. Welcome to Monument Valley Utah. Dan took his picture . . . Dan has eye's in the back of his head. ... and we turned around to go home. ... to be continued .....