Valley of the Gods

It just sounded cool. It sounded like a cool place to ride, and so we made it our next stop. We tottered out of our camping spot and slowly rolled out onto the road. When you are 38+ feet long, nothing happens instantaneously. It gathers speed and just as slowly sheds it. Many times you have to close your eyes and hope that it stops gyrating and jerks to a halt before hitting something. Much like riding deep sand, it’s more a feeling than an exact science. (remember that next time you are tempted to pull out in front of one of those giant beasts). :-O

We traversed some steep hills on the way to Valley of the gods but rolled into a camping area alongside the road.

Moon rise at Valley of the gods 

Exquisite scenery

The beauty. . . 

became downright ordinary.

Proof of existence.  We were here.

Just wondering of those are the gods.

And if they were standing guard

and watching us. . .

Beautiful!

Good enough!

Once again the bikes were unloaded, gear was donned and we were on our way. We rode about ½ way the first day. The sun was beginning to set and we wanted to get back to camp and get things settled for the night.

The next morning, we once again donned the gear and headed out to ride the entire road. It was VERY pretty and I can see why it is called Valley of the Gods Road. Although it’s not paved, it is graded and everyone from cars to bicycles were taking it. The scenery is to die for, but the road itself left much to be desired compared to the ride the day before.

After traversing it, we were over it. Been there, rode that. Time to move on.