You know you are getting close to motorcycling mecca when you wake up and go to your bike, and there are towels on your bike to wipe off the morning dew.
Soon we are an earshot away from Fontana Resort. The resort we will stay in, that is a couple minutes to the tails of the dragon AKA deals gap. Then we arrived!
We unpacked, check fluid level, and tire pressure. I left Shaba in the cabin, and we took off to the Dragon.
I took an obligatory photo op. It was kinda... okay very cheesy the way they have it set up. It was a lot less grander than I thought. It seem almost amateurish in its presentation for such a popular place. I think Killboy is fixing this with his bbq/ lounge/ gift shop.
A few shots of the first pass through the dragon.
Yermo showing me where not to crash and kill myself. #gravitycavity. Then we avoid the 18 wheeler on our way back... experiencing the fear of colliding into a 18 wheeler on a motorcycle.
I watched the sun set at the resort, winding down my first day on the dragon. I wish she was here with me at the time. I knew she would enjoy the resort, but I also know she wouldn't have enjoy the 550 miles leading up to this. This was a trip that requires the temperament and calmness even facing hours of uncomfortable heat, saddle soreness, and the ability to leave the luxury behind to discover natures perfection.
