Goblin Valley – Mexican Hat Party 2014

Friday night after work, the missus and I jumped on the bike and headed to Goblin Valley for the annual Mexican Hat Party.    They’d changed it up this year, and it wasn’t at Mexican Hat, it was at Goblin Valley.    We loaded up the bike the night before, and took off from work at 5 to head over the pass.   The goal was to get there before dark.  It wasn’t gonna happen.

Mr and Mrs ZIp Goblin Valley Utah
Missus Zip nabbed a selfie right before we hit the pass. heh, I just said Selfie. 

 

It’d been warm all week.   I was looking forward to this ride.    I’ve been in this neck of the woods long enough that I’ve figured out who my friends were.    Solid people that I felt I had gotten to know well, and more that I knew I wanted to get to know better.    This was the ride for that.

I have a connection with Mexican Hat.   Years ago, I rode through there in the dark with my daughter Wendy on the back of my bike and thought it would be a killer place to do an old school biker party.   bring a bedroll, your girl, some whiskey and camp out in the dirt, old school style.   We did the first one in 2009 and it kept going.    I’m glad it kept going…

Most everyone had ridden up earlier that day.    The ride was beautiful, and warm.   At least warmer than usual.

This was a a perfect tune up ride.

I’ll tell the rest with pictures.    What happens on the mile, stays on the mile.    I didn’t take many pictures, and the ones I have I stole from friends.    All I can say is I had a blast.    So did missus Zip.

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Saturday morning. We all feel a breakfast is in order, in town.
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Getting ready to roll.

 

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Our Camp. My brother Trigger took this picture while we were gone. He would get a new name before the day was done….
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Hanksville Breakfast. Cho made a funny….
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Duke’s SlickRock Grille. Everything was John Wayne themed.
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Rolling back to camp
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Cho and Rush
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The Missus and I

 

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Settling back in
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Cho, Myself, Rush, Missus Zip and Tell
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Rush and I, being… well, Dumb.
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My Bro, and Prez.
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Someone left the good chairs unattended.
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My friends. Solid People.
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Later on…
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Sunday Breakfast in Green River.

Fuel for the fire.    I had a killer weekend.   Mexican Hat is exactly what I’d hoped it’d be.   

3 days, 4 counties, 381 Miles.

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