I’ve been to Moab, UT once before about 10 years ago and I’ve always wanted to go back. My latest wild idea was to RIDE there from Sacramento on as much dirt as possible. This worked out to about 98% dirt in NV and maybe 60 or 70% in UT. Dale was up for it as well. We set out on May 14, 2010.
In Topaz we eagerly hit the dirt and never looked back. A wise man once said, “You ain’t ridin’ if you ain’t slidin.’”
Mt. Patterson is up there somewhere. I’ve ridden to the top of it in the summer.
I was following waypoints from a GPS track I got off Adventurerider.com (thanks boney!). This was quite useful for the trip across NV. Once we got into UT we made up our own route. Despite having the waypoints, I did a ton of research before the trip and took detailed maps. My biggest concern was gas. There are some very long runs between gas in NV. Especially when you’re not on the roads! I think the longest was about 220 miles. More about that when we get to that day…
So back to our story: we were heading towards Hawthorne, NV. I saw this powerline road that looked fun, so I broke from the route and we followed that for a while.
Eventually we got to Hawthorne. There’s a ton of military storage bunkers there. Old bombs? Nuclear stuff? Dunno. We were just in time to ignore a Harley rally, grab some fast food and fuel up. After dinner we went out in the desert and found a spot to camp before the daylight ran out. I did not sleep well at all. Somehow the first night in the tent is usually a tough one for me.
At one point we were bushwacking through the sand and sagebrush towards a road that I knew had to be there. This is about when I first started to feel like we were in the middle of nowhere. Shortly after finding the road, I stopped and shot these pics.
I look ahead: nothing.
I look to my right: nothing.
I look to my left: nothing.
I look behind: still nothing. I love it! Phones, email, deadlines, traffic, bills, furloughs, pay cuts – all that means nothing out here. Less than nothing. It’s just the desert and the bikes. My mind is clear now, I’ve achieved enlightenment! There’s nothing like a big dose of motorcycle therapy!
Next was over another mountain range and through McCann Canyon. This came out in Stone Cabin Valley where we set up camp for the night. I liked this site better, but again I hardly slept. Too much caffeine at the pizza place was the main problem I think, but it was a pretty cold night as well.
Hot Creek Canyon was really beautiful. It has lots of green by the creek as it winds through the rock walls. There were a few houses out here in the middle of nowhere. Ranchers I suppose… cattle are all over NV and we had to open and close lots of gates in this canyon.