The next morning we arose, climbed on our motorcycles to ride into Bryce Canyon National Park. Again, beautiful vista’s and landscapes. Amazing how the rock formations were developed.
With our motorcycle trip coming to a close, we were reluctant to see it end. But, with obligations at home, and families we love, we were headed north.
So we were back our motorcycles riding down the road again, like horses headed for the barn, for home once again.
It seems like once a trip is over, I long for the next motorcycle ride.
…that is in the dream stages now.