I sleep w/ my head back in the darkest recess of my van. My glow in the dark digital alarm clock is on the frige just above my head, the dial faces horizontally, to read the time I grab the clock and tilt it to my eyes, the numbers are large enough to read w/o glasses. I slept in. Warm night and morning was above freezing . Once out of bed I pulled on a several times ridden and sweated in wool long underwear top in anticipation of riding. I called up NOAA forecast on my smart phone which forecasted high winds gusts to 30. My ride plans changed. I returned the top to the clothes heap, not in the dirty clothes bag, here garments dry b4 being suffocated, wool tops just age. My wash has fewer tops than liners but more than the baggies. Liners and socks are fresh each ride.
Not riding today left me w/ free time. I lingered at sleep spot while watching the crowds shove off for home.
I drove into town still looking for something outside to do. I stopped @ Chile Pepper and washed out the hydration bladder. Don’t want to know the effects on my body of the chemicals used to make a sterile environment to prevent slime. Slime means the bladder needs to be drained and aired out after every ride. Bladders these days have that certain property that allows water to remain and no slime. My bladder slid just like wet plastic.
Ah, a plan hatched: I would drive out to TH for HyMasa and hike. B4 the TH I saw another one, this one is Moab Rim which I have never been on. OK a hike up a 4X4 painted route. Stock Jeeps would balk at the features. Sure were a lot of spilt fluid runs and drips. Nasty.
Made it to the top then looked over the edge.
On the way down I joined a neglected hiking trail that kept me off the jeep trail.
Time to socialize, drink a beer, and watch some football @ the Brewery. Kimila from Fruita greeted me, she, husband Drew, a couple, and Will. Ordered my beer then joined their group. They rode HyMasa what I wanted to do and said the wind never became an issue. Bummer. They drove over from Fruita for the day, less than what I would drive to backcountry ski back in Spokane.
We all left together and I returned to empty Willow Springs primitive camping. So far the BLM has not designated camp spots to reduce the use. Weekends it is packed.
Furnace works after several restarts. Tomorrow it gets cleaned again.
Tomorrow I head to Hurricane. Every week I test my blood for INR value w/ a test meter and one time use test strips. Saturday is check day. I ran out of strips which I knew I would, what I didn’t know was where I would be to receive them because of suspected transmission issue. I ordered the new strips be sent to Hurricane. Testing creates an urgency, I must drive to Hurricane tomorrow.