I was talking to some other bikers and I mentioned water. One of then said “Lake Powel, 75 miles up”, cool. I see the lake Powel sign, it directs me up a dirt road 3 more miles. I head up the dirt road. 3 miles later it started getting real rough. I meet a jacked-up 4WD pickup with the back filled with blow up rafts, coolers, fishing stuff and a bunch of kids. We pull up along side each other and I ask the intelligent question, “Is there any water down there?” (da!) he says “ya, if you can get to it” so I say “What, is it that tough?” he looks at me “Naa, you can do it, there’s two trucks, no, now just one truck back there” “OK, thanks” we all wave good bye.

The sand got super deep with some steep drops, I handle that OK, I know to keep momentum in deep sand and keep your feet on the pegs like your riding a dirt bike

Here's the scary part, no shot of that coz I wasn’t going to stop, two tracks one about a foot and a half higher and both are angled steep to a no shoulder steep ledge.

It took forever and the lake wasn’t much but some great riding and scenery.

You call this a lake?

Back on the road. I'm taking my time in Utah and loving it, it’s all about me! So... I wasn’t going to make it to Bryce tonight and that meant primitive camping, just what I love. In this country for sure you need to be thinking food and drink. Also you should always know where you are. I'm constantly guesstimating town sizes and provisioning possibilities en route and I always try to provision up before the stores close.