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On the second day of our trip we rode the 90 or so miles to Bryce Canyon National Park via U.S. 89, a delightful road that meanders through Utah's "panorama land," passing through quaint little towns like Orderville, Glendale, and Hatch. |
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On the second day of our trip we rode the 90 or so miles to Bryce Canyon National Park via U.S. 89, a delightful road that meanders through Utah's "panorama land," passing through quaint little towns like Orderville, Glendale, and Hatch. |
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Ed stops at Mt. Carmel Junction, near the east entrance to Zion, to gas up for the trip to Bryce. This gas station is so great it even has an espresso bar, and gas pumps that match Ed's red K12. |
| Of course, once at Bryce, we had to make the obligatory stop at the sign signalling the entrance to the park. Ron is good enough to stand by and give the sign some context. |  |
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Ron, Bob, and Judy make sure the bikes are properly lined up. |
| Yep, here we are all in a row again. A few of our folks managed to pick up a fellow named Mark on his new BMW R1100GS. Mark is a very large person, and pulled up standing on his footpegs. We thought we'd gotten hooked up with Andre the Giant. And there's that cute Miata again! |  |
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We've heard that wherever you travel in the High Southwest there are troupes of Japanese women striving to be photographed with Big Bad American Bikers. What a silly notion! Who are these women in their matching floppy hats, anyway? And why is Bob smiling? |
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