Day 2 – June 19, 2001
Lake City, UT to Tremonton, UT
14.14 average speed
3:00.00 rest time
9:24.54 total time
130.98 total trek miles
The light turns red on a Salt Lake street and the six bikers
dressed to look like each other roll to a stop. The
leader is riding a bright green bicycle with different colored rims
and always looks a bit anxious to be on his way.
Next to him idles a dirty cranberry pick-up waiting, like
he, for the light to change. The
green-bicycled biker turns to the passenger of the pick-up with
a winning smile and blurts, “You going to Canada?”
“No,” replies the passenger after a nervous glance to the
“We are,” the biker retorts lightheartedly and accelerates
through the intersection, the changing light ending a potentially
That rather strange but heartwarming exchange between a non-Canada
bound pick-up passenger and who I’m sure you’ve all guessed was
none other but Dan is just one of the many interesting anecdotes
conceived daily. So keep
coming back for more tall tales from the road.
A bit more on today: First
of all, we’re not in shape. We’re
not even skirting the edges of in-shapeness.
Somehow, however, we made it the 90 miles alive.
No, I err. Not “somehow.” We know how. I think it was because Fred, Andrew’s 57-year-old SuperDad, made
us young whippersnappers look like T-ballers.
We made it, though, notwithstanding our weakness and arrived
in Tremonton at around five in the afternoon.
Candy Berthrong, Andrew’s mother, was there waiting with
the best sandwiches man has yet tasted and drove us back to Logan
for an incredible meal that any description would cheapen.