Utah: The White Rim Trail in Pictures

I’m walking across a wide open “campground”, where the sites are a several hundred meters apart. To disturb your neighbours under the darkening purple of the Moab sky, you’d have to work up a good, loud bellow. They do things big here, and it’s been a big day on the White Rim Trail in Canyon Lands National Park. Unfortunately, the day isn’t done. I shift my helmet in my hand, and do my best to look unthreatening as I slog in full gear towards the strangers with a truck and tent ahead. A comedy of errors, or an adventure, is still playing out today and we are desperately short of fuel.

The heat has been a factor. Our dual KTM 990 Adventures run hot, hotter in temperatures flirting with 40C. With fuel pumps sumped into the tanks, the gas has been boiling… and boiling away. Then there was that business with the geyser. In the full heat of the afternoon, the tanks on Kevin’s 990 Adventure were whistling, off-gassing the boiling gas. To relieve the pressure, and not having a clear idea how much pressure there was, he popped the left one open. Gas shot up like a highly combustible version of Old Faithful, and sluiced back down on him and the bike.

There went a couple of litres, call is aggressive evaporation.

In truth, the ride has been all about the fluids. Prior to becoming the world’s most flammable KTM and rider, Kevin had ridden 10kms back to find a Camelback that I’d forgotten to put back on at a rest stop. We’d packed 14.5L of consumable liquids between the Camelbacks and sports beverage in the tail bags, and we could have used more in this spectacular and spectacularly hot territory.

For the record I’m not a hot weather person, 30C is generally the cut-off point for my comfort. At 36C my attention starts to wander, and I’m off game when it comes to physical exertion. On the big KTM, I’d definitely file the White Rim Trail under “Challenging Physical Exertion” for a rider of my skill level. Given the option, a smaller bike like my 690 Enduro R would have been the tool for the job — except for the near week of riding to get here from Vancouver, BC.

The trail isn’t massively technical, but it’s not a cake walk on a big adventure either. Steep descents, a river bed (that 3 days earlier was under 5 feet of water), rocky sections all make for a challenge. Then there is the marking of the road itself, which at times is a done with boulders indicating you should not ride over the canyon wall. Mind the gap as they say.

The White Rim Trail is unique in my experience; as close as one can get to riding into the grand canyon, but with better scenery and a good dose of ‘wow, we’re really alone out here.’ Words are pressed to do it justice, as are pictures, but the latter will have to suffice.

Our saviours are, Heather and Jeremy, a young couple traveling the trail in a rental 4×4, with gas to spare… if you can get at it. Our first attempt is to strip the drinking hoses from our Camelbacks and jury-rig them together into a siphon hose. The solution is a non-starter, as the truck is equipped with a siphon block in the fuel filler neck. There’s a quick disconnect for the fuel line along the frame rail though, and cycling the ignition key primes the fuel pump. A near perfect mechanism for filling those Gatorade bottles we’d been packing out with us.

Utah though is trying to kill us, or Kevin at least. No sooner has Kevin crawled out from under the truck, again smelling heavily of gas, than Heather points out a juvenile rattlesnake that’s been by the vehicle’s front tire. The snake is remarkably persistent about standing its ground, if that’s the proper term for a creature without legs. We are not, and take to the road, at night… again.

It’s been a day of quick karmic-turn arounds on the trail. Heather and Jeremy had a flat earlier on, and a group of 4x4s started to help. Earlier in our day we’d encountered the same group, with a Toyota Tundra whose transaxle’s electronic lockout was stuck in neutral. Kevin managed to diagnose and rig a solution, or at least pull the right connecter to short the transaxle into engaging, but we’d lost time. And, lost more time again to our impromptu refuel. So we’re riding well into the night.

A ways down the trail we stop, turn off the bikes and all our lights go dark. The Milky Way scintillates across the heavens between the canyon walls. Canyon walls and edges you’d best be alert to while riding in the dark, those drop-offs don’t offer second chances.

The White Rim Trail hasn’t been the easiest ride, but it’s potentially one of the most fantastic.

White Rim Trail Route
White Rim Trail Route
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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Jeff Katzer says:

    Marvelous story and may I say it is marvelous to have my OneWheelDrive heroes back in action with words and pictures. Cheers mates.

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    1. NJ says:

      Thanks! Been a while, I admit. Good to hear from you again.

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  2. Bret Edge says:

    Fantastic read and photos, Neil. I choose to live in Moab because of the massive emptiness, those gorgeous night skies and the endless adventure that awaits down every dirt road and trail. I’m glad you had a great time. Hope to see you again.

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  3. Katui says:

    Great to see some more adventures on here!

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  4. Eric B. says:

    Good to read of more adventures from you guys. Keep ’em coming.

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  5. BG says:

    Your KTM’s need the “Flappendectomy” mod on the fuel tank lids. Find that on the ktm950.info website. Will eliminate that gas geyser issue.

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  6. kevin f says:

    I too am glad to see you back and posting your adventures. Missed your travelogues.

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