My eyes opened when I heard the rumble of an engine.
I jumped up and looked out the window. Coming down from the hill in the east.. . . salvation?
I threw everything in my bag so if it was a truck willing to help the driver wouldn’t have to wait for me to pack.
The headlights turned into 2 sets, which turned into 3, and then 4. A caravan! My spirits were boosted.
It was a group of utility vehicles coming down the mountain about 1/2 mile apart. I stood in the road by my bike and tried to flag the first vehicle down. He drove right by. . . . . seriously?!
The second vehicle stopped immediately for me. He had no fuel, but said he passed a truck a few miles back that was headed this way.
A few minutes later the truck showed up with a bed overflowing of firewood. He had no gas but offered to pile my bike on top and drive me to town if the other utility vehicles couldn’t help. He was a very nice gent and waited with me while the other headlights drew near.
Two more utility vehicles showed up with some good ‘ol boys out exploring just like myself. One of them had a large gas can full of spare fuel which they graciously filled my tank with. I offered them everything I could think of along with my thanks, but they chalked it up to good karma. Karma they got.
It was now middle of the night and cold. They told me the road to St. George was a straight shot. I hauled ass for an hour through the black.
I overshot a couple corners and went careening into the desert – but that happens in the daytime too.
Soon I saw the lights.
I kept the throttle open and made it to St. George a shivering dehydrated mess.
Stopped at the first sign of food and grabbed the nearest hotel.
More to come . . .