Alaska to Mexico Marathon. Day 19. A lay day.

We’re in Moab. Utah. Red rock cliffs surround us. The Colorado river flows through the middle. It’s hot and the wide Main Street bustles with tourist activities. Souvenir and t shirt shops abound. We stop at a a cafe for a drink with Betty parked outside with her top down. Looks stunning. Not one person passes her by without a glance or a discussion about her heritage. She’s a head turner. Cars are a passion here. And they love to share their stories of their own cars. There are gems of cars out there and Steve is not slow to enquire as to an acquisition possibility.

At dinner too, it was interesting to watch people passing by and stopping to take photo.

It’s a pity that this scene wasn’t 50 years earlier. We would have had some fun.

Here’s a photo of Betty in all her glory and looking her best.

Tomorrow we’re on day 20. 443kms to Bluff. Should be fun.