Day 15 Price, UT to Green River, UT   66 miles and 1280 feet of climbing

It was another perfect day for cycling here in southern Utah. After breakfast, we rode down the main street in Price and got back on Rt. 6 bound for the town of Green River, UT about 66 miles away.
This video shows the sort of scenery we enjoyed all day, but it just does not do justice to the grandeur of the rock formations.

The view from our hotel.

 We only had one SAG stop today at about 30 miles. I kept it short. I filled my water bottles, ate some cookies, and I was back on the road to knock out the last 35 miles. I think anytime I'm riding in this type of desert setting I feel the need to press on and get in as many miles as I can before the heat of the afternoon comes bearing down. I have found that the heat is not my friend.

I rolled into Green River at around 1:00 PM, had some lunch and checked in to our hotel. Since I arrived early, I did some laundry.

The view from our hotel.

 The highlighted route shows what we have done so far. 

According to Wikipedia, the Green River is 730 miles long, beginning in the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming and flowing through Wyoming and Utah for most of its course. Much of the route is through the Colorado Plateau, home to some of the most spectacular canyons in the United States. I can attest to the last part of that sentence. Arches National Park and Canyonlands National Park are very close.

About 20 years ago, my brother and I went to Moab, UT ( just 50 miles from here) and rode mountain bikes on the famous Slick Rock Trail. It's all on sandstone. I had read about it in Mountain Bike magazines, and I was determined to go. As it turned out, the trail was so hair-raising to me that I was amazed we both survived. Imagine a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs all on solid rock where if you fall you are complete toast. To my dear brother's credit, even though he had not ridden a mountain bike in years, he still agreed to go with me when I called him only a week before we left. I walked my bike in places on the trail that scared the living daylights out of me, but Stephen rode every inch. He has the heart of a warrior.

Tomorrow we ride to Fruita, Colorado.