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From: "Kathy E. Gill" <kathy@motogrrl.com>
Subject: Day Three : postscript
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Day Three - postscript


While I was at the canyon, I passed 3-4 couples who were obviously from 
the Deep South. They were with a tour group and "retirement" aged. At an 
appropriate lull in the conversation, I asked where they were from - 
Florida panhandle. Me? I live in Seattle but am from south Georgia.

When I told them that I was on a motorcycle riding to Omaha in a 
fundraiser for breast cancer - one of the gentlemen asked, "Do you ride 
a GoldWing?" <!> This has to be a first - it's usually "do you ride a 
harley?"

They were very southern, very concerned about a woman travelling solo, 
etc. But very nice. When I came back their way to head to the bike, en 
masse they followed to take a peak. There are some things about the 
south that I do miss. 

I was late entering the park because I was still on Seattle time - had 
forgotten that Utah was mountain. Actually,  all I could remember was 
that of AZ and UT - one was, and one wasn't. Anyway, by the time I got 
down towards the "point" - dusk was well upon me. I turned 'round - 
disappointed that there was only a sliver of a moon.

I lost count of the number of deer I saw on that return 13 or so miles. 
In 2-3s and larger groups. *Smart* aka tame. If one was headed towards 
the road, when she saw my lights, she'd turn and head back the other 
way. I still treated them with respect, but none made any move to jump 
out in front of the bike.

Still somewhat sad that I didn't camp there. Next time.


Kathy

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