Day 3 -- Ely, NV to Spanish Fork, UT
May 27, 2006
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Another early morning beginning. We weren't near as hungover as our fellow bikers, and it was a good thing. The wind had really picked up, bringing threats of storm, and the reality of very cold air. We changed from out summer gear to our winter gear and headed east. Again, very aware of our historical partners. Feeling lucky we had the comfort, warmth, and speed of our modern rides.
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 We stopped at Border for a quick hot chocolate and muffin and talked to a fellow biker who was headed to Southern Utah. He looked about 70, travelling alone, and we both hoped we will be as able when we are his age. |
We came very close to the original trail in parts of Utah, stopping at markers along the way. We had hoped to visit Simpson's outpost, but the road there was not paved and rain was threatening, so we continued east to find Camp Floyd, where Johnston's army had camped, protecting the settlers and mail routes. There was a reinactment taking place today. It was very interesting to see the costumes and camps set up as in times gone by. 
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The trail from Camp Floyd heads north to Salt Lake City, but it was cold, rain imminent, and we hate the freeway into Salt Lake city, so we took a detour off the trail and went to our Utah Outpost, Spanish Fork, home of Dick's folks, Clyde and Millie Hicken. Shirlene's mom, Darlene, was there to greet us, too. It was delightful to see them all looking so well and happpy. It was also good to beat the rain and get our bikes into the garage before the heavens opened up. It is a great privilege to live in the land we live, settled by so many brave people who went before. They had no options to take the easy way, to stay out of the rain. They just contiued on, despite danger, forging a new life for a growing nation. |
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