Just when I thought it couldn't get any colder, -2°F greeted me this morning. The hot water pipes in my hotel were frozen and I microwaved a little cup of water to splash my face awake with. Hearing this made the hotel owner giggle!
Beast got a decent warm up then we hit the road. It was a lovely morning for a drive... the turkeys agreed.
Every pull-out and parking lot was full. 43°F was the high temp today, the sky was blue and it was Sunday - before Martin Luther King Jr day. Not to mention the 'day of rest' is taken quite seriously in these parts. Lots of stores and restaurants were closed and a ton of those National Park visitors had Utah plates on their cars.
For the first time since I'd left Denver almost 2 weeks ago, I found it hard to motivate and there was a decidedly absent flow of thoughts and feelings. My journal got Sunday off too. (Clearly I caught some wind in my sails on Monday to fill in the blanks.)
Instead I spent time wandering and sitting. Observing and doing good deeds. (Good deeds here all come in the form of taking peoples pictures for them.) Then I took an hour out to bathe myself in some Visitor Center cell signal and got a real estate deal under contract. It felt good and right!
Day 13 was the day I began to mentally embrace going home. My body was tired no matter how well I slept and those Spooky Canyon torqued limbs were still complaining and stiff. As cute and friendly as last night's hotel had been, I made the decision to upgrade for my last 2 nights on the road.
Tub ✓ Breakfast onsite ✓ Memory foam mattress ✓
No sunrise effort for me tomorrow... this train is sloowwwiinnnngggg down. It's a good thing. I have come by my exhaustion honestly.
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