After 150 miles of the worst, most boring road imaginable south of Boise, I passed the next 150 miles driving through construction from Ogden to Salt Lake City.
I don't enjoy driving the rv as much as I used to prior to the "incident" in May. With every little bump my balls and my heart meet deep in the pit of my stomach. I stop often to check on the bike - no problems so far. I am glad I put nylock nuts on the fasteners. Everything else has been shaken loose.
I am spending the night in Filmore, Utah. Farther than I had planned to drive. I missed an exit in the construction zone, so missed the park I had planned to grace with my presence.
Dinner and a couple beers and I'm out.