After leaving Dierkes Lake on day 3, I came back to my campsite to find a rad dog named Bruce Willis and his person posted up next to me. Brandon, the human, lives in Salt Lake City and was heading to Portland. We chatted that night and he invited me to crash at his home while he’s traveling. I’m sitting in his neighbors’ back yard now and drinking a beer.
Another friend from Portland recommended I meet a pal of his out here who has a chopper shop, so after another day at the lake and then getting blown around I-84 from Malta, ID to Ogden, I did. That guy then suggested I drop by the nearby BMW shop to get tips on local trips worth taking. I did. They gave me an ice cream cone and highlighted roads worth riding on a map of Utah (I think my ‘stich made me look legit).
Speaking of, when it’s 98° and you’re committed to ATGATT living, a Roadcrafter can hold a 2L Camelbak full of ice in the right chest pocket and the left can have another zip lock full. Finish by wrapping your neck with a cooling towel and opening all vents.
I’ll be in Sat Lake City until the buttcrack of dawn Friday morning when I fly out to Santa Rosa for a wedding.