Riding back to my tent, realised that the cold had taken more out of me than I thought. Cold is insidious. Saps the energy, and the mind.
Needed to stop, so parked at the Tusayan ruins, right next to the museum. Hard to imagine how the 30-ish residents in 1158AD were able to sustain themselves. No close sources of rain.
Maybe they had an Egyptian engineer provide irrigation? Haha.
Back to my tent. Double-check the bike, for tomorrow. All AOK. Loaded in the last of the ethanol free petrol that the bike will see for a while. Hopefully, that will keep the ice away from the fuel pump.
Am heading south west, where it is warmer 🙂 Back on Route 66
PS: Why double-check the bike? Handling was a bit strange at the start. My take on that? The bike had been parked for 3 days and the tires were frozen into some weird shape, until warmed up.