Mechanical issues creep in for a couple of riders, me included. Just as we leave Cedar City to begin our travels east through the Rock Canyon, my front detailer cracks just as we hit the sign “not recommended for semi trucks” which translates to “you have 5 hours of climbing ahead.” I’m in a low gear for most of the day climbing so I’m not shifting much anyway.
The rest of the gang is way ahead of me, which allows me to look around a little more. Being in a family of 9 kids we as a family of modest means didn’t travel much, and much of what I see is for the first time. It’s hard work, but it’s countered with awesome beauty and the humbling thought that I’m 50ish, lucky and healthy enough to ride, and I’m riding for people that would love nothing more than to have a stable living environment where they can be helped by Mercy Housing in mind, body and soul.
At the summit of the day, I almost pass up my first ever look at a canyon, Cedar Breaks. It’s 150 feet off the main road. Michelle and the boys arrive in the van about at the same time, and we take a family photo with the canyon in the background.
The day ends in Bryce Canyon, a fantastic orange hole in the ground. We’ll stay here to rest (and hike) tomorrow.