Day 16 - Blanding, UT to Hanksville, UT
After a night in Blanding, a dry Mormon town

, we had the first 'appointment' of the trip. I'd suggested we take the ferry across Lake Powell rather than do Hwy 95 even though that came highly recommended. As the ferry only runs every 2 hours we set ourselves up for the 1pm crossing. In order to save time in the morning we just had a cuppa & a bun at the gas station next door to the hotel.
Our first stop of the day was Natural Bridges NP. Here the river has cut through the rock at the bottom of the canyon leaving 'bridges' of rock overhead. It's a small (by American standards) compact park but it still took a bit of time to get around & it was only as we were leaving that I realised it was an hour later than I'd thought
The road in :
Some of the bridges :
A bit of walking required :
Shortly after the park we left Hwy95 again, just as it was starting to get interesting, and rode down 276 to Glen Canyon National Recreation Area, which surrounds Lake Powell. The first part was pretty straight & we kept up a good pace but closer to the lake it got nice & twisty with a few uphills where Liam & I started to lose the V-Stars a bit. We pulled up at the ramp just after the ferry had pulled out. There ain't much in Halls Crossing other than a boat ramp, campsite & gas station. During the summer there's a burger bar but we were about a week early. We hung around the gas station for 2 hours having a lunch of ice cream, cold drink & cereal bars - it's not the best stocked place in the world.
When I'd looked at the maps I figured Lake Powell, an 185 mile long man-made lake created by damming the Colorado at Page, would be scenic & interesting. I envisaged an Alpine-type lake with deer among the trees that run down to the shore & maybe an eagle flying over head. Nothing could be further from the truth. It's a completely barren area with not a tree for a hundred miles. It has it's own beauty and is very popular with the houseboat & powerboat fraternity. They're welcome to it as it holds no appeal to the motorcyclist. With hindsight we should have stayed on 95 & enjoyed more twisty bits. But you live & learn..
I got chatting to a guy from Atlanta who was part of a bigger group of riders travelling the area. Some, as our friend, had flown in & hired Harleys while others had theirs trailered out. Liam found a New York photography professor & wife who were showing their teenage son around the area where Mom was from and bagged himself an open invite to New York

The ferry crossing takes about 30 minutes & cost us $15 per bike
Our transport :
Some of the houseboats :
The lake itself :
The road back out of the park to rejoin 95 & on to Hanksville:
Having missed the 1pm ferry we were a bit late getting to Hanksville & our Atlanta friends had filled the first (best / newest looking hotel) and we were relegated to the Hanksville Inn, no more basic than most of the places we'd stayed but the smell from the septic tank was rank. The owners also owned the only restaurant in town so we walked across the road to dine there. To give you some idea of the culinary standard in Hanksville I'll tell you that our waitress recommended the 'awesome' mashed potatoes and then to justify her recommendation she proudly announced "they're instant". Sweet jaysus.......
