More St.George Utah

I have another forgotten photo. This one is of the (deceased) scorpion we found at the Dome in Sedona. It's only a about an inch long and it took a while to figure out that it wasn't alive.

While we were in the St.George area we camped a few nights in Leeds Canyon. There are a few spots that are pretty great, but my favourite was by a big cliff of cool rocks:

There was some rainy days and a lot of the trails don't do well in the rain due to the ground getting sticky like peanut butter--it cakes on the bike wheels and ruins the condition of the trail when it dries. Luckily it dries fairly quickly. We decided to go the Guacamole trail, which is ok when wet but the road up to it is not. They recommend parking before the steep part of the road and riding the rest on your bike, but since our truck is a 4x4 and Luke is an excellent driver and we learned to drive in slippery snowy Canada we figured we'd be fine--which we were. However, when we were 2/3 of the way up two trucks (from California) were going backwards down the road (it's only one lane wide). Since that's a bad idea we questioned what they were doing and they insisted that we had to drive backwards down the mountain side too because they had already gotten stuck twice and couldn't make it up the road. We made it down alright but it was a silly situation to be in especially since other people had made it up the road just fine. Luke met them on the trail later on and it became apparently they weren't very experienced--so they hopefully learned some lessons that day!

We also did the JEM trail (and I, unknowingly, did my first IMBA epic. Yay me!). SO FUN! When we got back to the truck a group from Ottawa had written us a message on our back window to say hello! We also saw two horny toads on the trail.

We checked out the Little Creek Trail too, but by that point Luke's back (which had been giving him troubles for a few days) had gotten pretty bad and he had to cut the ride short. Luke is very tough and has a high pain tolerance and I have never known him to stop riding because of pain...so I knew it was pretty bad. [as a point of reference, Luke once broke his wrist on a ride, then finished the ride and rode his bike home. He walked in the door and, in a nonchalant way, said that I needed to take him to emerg]

Here's a bat that was hanging out (nice pun, eh? eh?) outside the ladies bathroom at one of our campsites:

Here's our happy bikes enjoying the view:

Here's a group of cute cacti:

A couple of extra Leeds Canyon shots:

Next time: we brave Las Vegas.