What’s up everyone?
I have probably mentioned this a few times throughout my posts, so I’ll be repeating myself I’m sure. For as long as I can remember, my family has been riding dirt bikes and atvs. I literally mean for as long I can remember. There is a picture of either my brother or myself as a baby sitting on an old Honda three-wheeler. I wish that I had easy access to it so that I could share it with you. Its adorable.
For us it started as male bonding time. My father, brother, myself and some close friends would gather our gear and head out for a days ride. We would usually stop at the local gas station to get some fuel and some snacks for the day. Ah….Doritos and Chips Ahoy. To be honest, there is no better snacks then that for getting down and dirty in the Utah’s backcountry. As we grew older our manly bonding time turned into quality family time.
That is one of the things that I miss the most since we moved out to the Chicago area. Maybe its my ignorance or lack of knowledge of the area, but it seems to me that the people here do not participate in outdoor recreation like we do out West. I feel like you could be driving around any street in Utah and see at least one person with an atvs, utvs, dirt bikes, snowmobile, jet ski or a boat. But driving around here, I may have seen a handful of boats and jet ski. Very rarely do you see a atv. Something that is a very foreign to me.
Lucky for us, when we made our tip back home we had the opportunity to head back out into Utah’s backcountry. My family has some property in Fillmore, Utah. A small little town around the middle of the state. In fact it was the capital for a time before Salt Lake took over the title. Not too long after we had landed, we gathered our gear and hit the road. Two hours later we were there being greeted by smiling faces and a wonderfully prepared meal.
The following day our adventure began. After a quick breakfast, we packed our coolers and decide on where we were headed. With our path decided we headed out into the wilderness. We passed through a few small towns before making our way up the canyon. To me nothing beats a drive on a dirt road up in the mountains. The smells of the forest brought in by the slight breeze blowing about you. Very nice. We eventually made our way to the top of the trail and was met with an obstacle. We had been told by fellow adventurers, that there was large snow drifts on the higher roads. We found us a nice place to pull over to discuss our options. Some of us went to investigate the road, while the rest stayed behind to mess around.
After a few minutes our group was reunited. We came to the conclusion that it would be wiser to turn around and head back then try to force our way through the snow and possibly getting stuck. So we turned around and headed back the way we came which brought up a new problem. We had been driving around for the majority of the day and some of us were starting to run low on fuel. At the rate that we were going at least two of us were bound to run out. Once again we pulled over to discuss our options. Fortunately we were about 15 miles away from a little town. It was a little out of our way and we would have to backtrack but it was the best option for the situation.
We crept our way into town. Filled up and headed back out. With a new found vigor and the feeling of dread vanishing, we felt that we could take the time to enjoy the scenery. We finally rolled back into camp. Filthy and covered in dirt. I’ve been dirty before, but I haven't had to scrape dirt off my face in a long time. We busted out the wet wipes and gave ourselves a quick sponge bath. Don't worry we did eventual shower later that night before going to bed. We lit a fire and enjoyed our dinner. Reminiscing about the days events. We came to the conclusion that we had traveled about 127 miles in total. Not a small feet in utvs. All in all it was a good day.
I have always enjoyed getting out in to the wilds of Utah. Whether it riding, jeeping, camping or whatever, its always enjoyable. We have explore a lot of terrain in Utah throughout the years. I’m hoping to be able to learn more about Illinois. For myself and for everyone else. I may never have the intimate knowledge about Illinois as I do with Utah, but it will be fun trying to figure it out.
As always. Thanks for stopping by. Until next time.
Josh
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