Remember when I told you that I had three reasons for riding my new Husky 350 dirt bike in Moab? Well, today I accomplished reason number three on Hell’s Revenge trail; scaring the holy shit out of me.
Mr.Bruce aka Maddog on his Black cow Kawasaki decided to take me on our last day on one of the gnarliest of rock climbing 4×4 up and down trails in all of Moab. It was either sand or solid rocks and on occasion the rocks were so steep that I was shaking a bit. I believe a bit of Tyedye has rubbed off on Maddog. It took us about 3 hours to go five miles. A very challenging course and experience.
As I sat on a two foot tree that probably fell a thousand years ago; using a trunk for a backrest nearly twenty side by sides came down; Maddog couldn’t wait for them to finish so he went up without hesitation.
While up there at the Devil’s hottub Maddog stated that he saw D.J. Trump crawl through it. Not a political statement just that a guy in a homebuilt $500 Toyota with a Trump flag went down into the hell hole and was able to get back out.
The condo rental house option was an extremely acceptable way for a dirt bike ride group of six guys and one woman to spend a week in Moab. Split seven ways it comes out to about $50 each per night. The rest of the crew slept in an RV parked at a local campground.
And today as I look around the place it appears to be nearly as tired as I. It’s also funny how certain idiosyncrasies develop over time and take a hold. Kevin each night towards bedtime prefers the comfort of a couch, even though a perfectly good toddler sized bed awaits him in one of the condos three bedrooms. Keith gave up the master, on day two once the couple Joe and Kristi arrived.
Fallon and I are on a perfectly comfortable trundle bed. Army is in the lower wider bed and USMC is on the top smaller sized bed. I know about this type of kid bed because we have grandchildren. And speaking of beds; there’s people like my wife and I that always make our beds no matter what even though there’s a perfectly good reason for doing so; spreading out your bedding exposes those nasty dust mites to daylight and clean air, causing them to dry up and die but, the real reason is that you get to start your day by knowing that you’ve already accomplished something.
A well functioning place suitable for this many people only works if it’s well equipped, comfortable and the food and drinks are easily accessible. good and plentiful.
That’s where Kevin and I come in. We supplied every day two full meals ranging from eggs monte cristo, strawberry pancakes to bbq chicken, beans and lentils, home tossed salad, garlic bread and dessert.
And now Bruce starts humming the words to the Love Shack. ……..
If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says
Fifteen miles to the, love shack, love shack yeah
I’m headin’ down the Atlanta highway
Lookin’ for the love getaway
Headed for the love getaway, love getaway
I got me a car, it’s as big as a whale
And we’re headin’ on down to the love shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
I’m guessing he’s really interested in us two stopping on the way at the “Love Muffin cafe” on our way out of the town of Moab. The espresso and cafe latte must’ve lit us two because that’s how we worked our courage up to do Hells Revenge.
A local told Maddog about it and his mind is just like a steel trap. Once that thought goes in there it’ll rattle around until there’s a picture to take for a little distraction or a friendly face that’s interested in learning about history from his childhood days, drugs, sex or rock and roll.
At the love shack
Love shack, baby love shack!
Love shack, baby love shack!
Love shack, baby love shack!
Love shack, baby love shack!
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