This was the most random, epic day yet!
We left Bryce around 7:30am, got doughnuts and coffee down the road and popped by the gas station to say hi to Kirby, the badass mechanic that fixed my friend Monica’s Vanagan while we were on our Utah road trip last May. After that we hit a long downhill with an 8% grade — kind of extreme for that early in the morning and it was freezing cold too.
Once we got to Kirby’s hometown, Henrieville, a crazy little dog came running toward us in the middle of the street. We checked the little buddy out and saw he was lost. No reception so we knocked on lady’s door to use her phone. We so happened to knock at a really bad time — she had just lost her husband. She left the owners (Idaho area code) a message for us and we decide to take the dog in the meanwhile.
We were pretty convinced Yogi was going to be our dog. The lady in Henrieville told us people drop their dogs off all the time there. Matt was ready to zip tie a milk crate to his handlebars and take Yogi with us all the way to New York.
Near Escalante, about 40 miles after finding Yogi, Matt got pulled over by a cop and was given a ticket for being too far out in the lane. Really?!? He was the most unreasonable, loud douche bag cop ever. Thanks Officer Jared Dunton. He had cowboy apparel, spurs on his boots, and a gun sticking out of his pants. Total tool.
Minutes after the whole ordeal, a car starts honking frantically. Idaho plates — it was Yogi’s owners! They though motorcyclist had their dog and came looking for him. They had just moved to Henrieville and poor Yogi slipped out the door in the bustle.
In Escalante we met a ton of friendly people who loved cyclist. Cops there are notorious for being anti-cyclist they said.
The rest of the day (without Yogi) was pretty spectacular. Utah’s terrain is beautiful, odd, and difficult.
One of our most exciting days yet.