So, it’s several hours later as I sit near the campfire to continue in my journal. It was an interesting afternoon. I left the Burger King around 2:00p or so and had a wonderful ride down US191. It’s a very pretty ride and the traffic is sporadic – I’d go thirty or forty minutes and not see anybody, and then I’d see six or eight cars or bikes in a row. I had already decided to stop when I see something interesting, so this ride was full of brief stops for a photo break. The route from Interstate 80 to the dam at Flaming Gorge is only about 50 miles – and it took me at least two hours to make the trip… yes, I was taking lots of pictures. So I just entered into Utah and there was a Caddy in front of me poking along. In a very nice way, I blasted past the guy, gave him a wave, and road up a great big hill and around a few curves. What’s this I see? Off to my right is a fantastic view of the lake at the Gorge – I have to stop. Of course I’ve already rolled past the entrance to the cutout, so I look both ways and then begin a very low-speed u-turn. Now, you have to understand something about this motorcycle – it’s heavy. It’s top heavy. You also have to understand something about u-turns – you gotta be careful even when the ground is flat. You gotta be extra careful when it’s a two-lane road out in the country and you’re on a hill. Also, you gotta understand – there are two types of motorcyclists out there: those who have dropped their bikes and those who will drop their bike one day. Well, sad to say, I moved from one club to the other today. The good news is it really was more of a very slow controlled descent into the ground as I eased her down. I could come up with all sorts of great explanations about how such a thing happened to an obviously talented motorcyclist, or I could tell you there was sand on the ground, or… bla bla bla. I joined the other club today. So… there I am. In the middle of the desert, on a hill, wondering how the hell I’m gonna get this thing right-side-up. Let’s not forget that the bike weighs about 800 lbs – and that’s before you add in all your camping stuff. I figured I was looking at close to 1000 lbs of stuff. There was no way I was going to be able to get this thing up. I gave thought to taking everything off it and trying again, but it was on a hill and then I’d still be dealing with the 800 lbs. It wasn’t gonna help. So, there I am, thinking about what to do, wondering how long it will take for somebody to come along. The guy in the Caddy roles up and I’m thinking that grandpa is gonna hop out and yell out me for speeding and then wrecking – it actually looked a whole heck of a lot worse than it was. Thankfully it’s a young guy who walks up with a smile and helps me right her right side up. Of course by this time, there’s a virtual traffic jam – two or three cars from both sides have stopped. One little old lady is running around with her cell phone asking if she should call 911 and wondering where “he” is. It took me a minute, but I finally realized that I was the “he” she was looking for. I think she was looking for somebody lying by the side of the road. Sorry to disappoint and all. I thank everyone for their help and gently motor on back to the overlook to get some pictures.