Libre last day; walked to Libre-ary and back, packing, loading, lunched, followed by a

By-Laws Meeting at our last possible minute scheduled around an absent [it turned out] member’s recreational plans…but a good and productive gathering with, we heard, a fine

after-party after which we were unable to attend, having to finish Readying for the Road…

which rose to meet us soon enough.

We traversed the Fire Zone,

the San Luis Valley

and two hours after leaving climbed the Divide on 114, descended among a herd

of Black Angus to 50 to eventually, running maybe an hour behind,

Blue Mesa Reservoir [so low this year as to be more a “riversoir”] for our usual lunch, punctuated by a nice visit with the Seasonal Park Ranger.  Down among motorcycles and

construction delays to Montrose, Grand Junction and

out across Utah’s wide opens for an overnight in Delta

[where the Day’s Inn, the Delta one, anyway, redeemed itself] though come morning the stench of who-knows-what permeating the town was excruciating…feedlot/fertilizers…coal plant?

We fled west into yet

another time zone for

breakfast at the Border,

gas in Ely, trailed an obnoxious RV into and out of Austin and finished with an upstream

swim against a hazardous bicycle rally in the miles before a breezy lunch above the Dixie Valley.

In Fallon there was a brief recon of Oats Park before groceries and gas in Fernley, finally

home to the spiderwebs of Wall Spring by afternoon’s end, phew.

We had one tiny day at Wall; lower pond nearly gone, weather wonderful,

rehung the repo and

took a walk onto the playa, pretty much it…

meals and moments and so to bed.

Sunday, loaded out and immediately

down the desert to Benicia, first time

in four months

with Sunday’s stalled Valley Traffic as discouraging as it gets. More annoying than ever.

Following sundry unpacking Benicia’s new restaurant on the water, Bella Siena,

definitely made life here, albeit brief, extremely worthwhile.