Once we got to Moab, we unloaded the bikes, cleaned up a bit, and it was off to the Brewery for some Black Raven Stout. Mmmmm. The food is good, and it's all inexpensive too. Great Place:
We got up the next morning and again shared the breakfast area with a busload of French tourists. They broke the camel's back in my attempts to convince Mr. 675 that we needed to make a 60-mile detour to Dead Horse Point. That's one of the most spectacular places I've ever seen. Here I am riding across the neck of the point:
The choke point there is about 30 yards wide; what the picture doesn't show you is that the drop on either side is several hundred feet. This is one of my favorite pictures of the 720 we took over the course of the four days:
From Dead Horse Point it was back up 128 to I70, which we took back to Colorado:
We had lunch in Fruita, and then headed through Grand Junction (where we made a quick stop for me to get another memory card for my camera; the half gig card capacity was making me nervous at the photo/video rates we were maintaining).
