For the third time in the past ten years, I made the hike down the Virgin River and through the entirety of The Narrows in Zion National Park.
Including a day hike up Kolob Canyon, my friend and I traveled about 20 miles in and along the river. Hiking in the 51 degree water for that distance can be a real challenge, but the levels aren’t overly high this time of year and November in Zion always promises the beauty of glorious autumnal colors.
For the second year in a row, I decided to ride a naked bike from Los Angeles to the Tetons and back again. I cunningly waited for my wife to go to work before stealing her new Yamaha SR400 for the trip, and was safely in Ridgecrest before she’d found out.
Recently on Day 2 of my ride through the Great American West, I found myself woefully behind schedule and, if I wanted to enjoy a leisurely ride on the following day (I did), I had to make some extra miles before finding a hotel. And that meant riding until about 1:30 AM.
Certainty is the natural enemy of adventure.