Tuesday, September 26th, 2017
My plan for the day is to drop some altitude and get into the desert. I head west out of Durango towards Arizona.
I pull up to the motel in St George, get off the bike, and catch a glimpse of fluid running down the final drive on the rear wheel. That's not good. I'll look at it later, first order of business is getting a room. The small lobby if full of young Germans looking perplexed, no one behind the counter... is anyone here? I ask in German. No, they say, we've been waiting for 5 minutes. I call out hello. I hear some bumping around in the back room, then a 20-something man appears with bloodshot eyes. He's as high as a kite. Must have been smoking one up in the back room while customers accumulated in the lobby.