Mike and woke this morning after what was truly the best night of sleep either of us have gotten on this trip- and camping no less! We broke camp after playing with a little female Australian shepherd/Cattle dog cross who needed a friend (and some beef stew we had left over from last night). We rode to Bryce Canyon and followed the park roads to the look out places. This is truly a beautiful park. That is probably as empty a statement as the time I told Miriam that John Steinbeck really was a good writer. She said, “You think?” Regardless, this is one to see if you ever have the opportunity. While we were there I met a man who looked like OD’s uncle Knotty. I remember asking OD one day why he was named that. OD’s response was “Look at him, what else would you call him?” In any event this man looked like uncle Knotty whose real name I never knew (ask OD when you next see him). The other interesting thing about him is that he talked like Elmer Fudd. No kidding! He said that as we traveled we needed to watch out for “bad weavah.” (You know, snow rain, hail, etc- bad weavah) As we left the park Michael made an interesting observation about Smokey the Bear, which I will leave him to develop in his daily highlights. We rode south on hwy 89 to hwy 9 into Zion National Park. This was the most awesome park by far that we have seen on this trip. Michael said it looked almost pre-historic. It was hot as the hinges and the 1 and ½ mile long tunnel made it seem as if you might be traveling there. After leaving Zion we rode toward Cedar City to decide whether to push on, camp or get a room before pushing on. Mike and I are pretty tired even though we have only ridden about 180 miles so far today. We did pass through a town with the interesting name of La Verkin. This was good for a few minutes of entertainment at the town’s expense- things like, “I’m shirkin” my workin” in downtown La Verkin; the coffee’s perkin in the town of La Verkin- well you get the idea. As I write this we are sitting in a Starbucks drinking a mocha frappachino. The staff says, “Hey.” Stay tuned for more as the day develops.