Interesting day, and one that I knew would come. Being a purist, I wanted to ride each and every stretch of road from point A to point B. We were supposed to ride 140 miles. We experienced a variety of landscapes along the early morning ride. Every hour we seemed to be on a different planet, with the common thread that it was hot. Like 112 degrees at 2pm, and there was no where to hide on the road. We made it to Lake Powell, seeing boats being towed as we road toward the lake, but when we got there there, there wasn’t a town along the main drag. Disappointing. The heat was nothing like I’d experienced before. There were patches where it felt like a blast furnace, practically sucking the moisture out of my eyes. We found a simple shelter along a air strip at Lake Powell and stayed there for an hour. Some of the riders sat in the van for a couple hours with the AC on. Some, including me, sat under the shelter. After an hour it cooled down to 102. I reluctantly decided to bag it for the day and be driven the 45 remaining miles to the camp site at Natural Bridges. Some of the riders were driven half way there and let out and they rode the remainder. One decided to go from the shelter all the way. He got in around 10:30pm, and not in great shape.