Scooter Ride

So Ernie and I met at Larry's and we three headed northbound about 9.  I switched on the cruise control and leaned back to enjoy the ride up through Payson, Pine and Strawberry, around Lake Mary and eventually into Flagstaff as the thunderclouds piled up.  As we're pulling into Flag a torrential downpour hits.  We pull over under an overpass, Larry fishtailing a bit to pump up all our adrenalin, and Ernie, our erstwhile tour guide says It's only a couple miles to the pizza joint.  We press on for another half-hour in this driving rainstorm.  Ernie's sense of distance perhaps not what it once was.

Post-pizza Ernie headed back home, Larry and I headed toward Page, pulling in to the Wahweap Marina on Lake Powell ass-weary, dehydrated and exhausted, at about 5:30.  Dinner overlooking the lake, now down 121 feet and at 41% of capacity, and to bed.  Day one done.