Leaving Towaoc and a very nice room at the casino there, I took a wrong turn. I blame tiny gps screens, zooming out a long ways is never quite enough.
I discovered my error soon enough and recovered to find myself on a wide shoulder on a highway that went uphill for miles. Little villages came and went, never a restaurant, no campgrounds, no stealth camping opportunities. Finally, the town of Dove Creek appeared with one small but nice hotel. Apparently that town is also the top of the hill, too.
I hoped to take a day off there, the miles and climbing of the previous two days had worn me down. But checking the weather showed I should move on. Monday off would mean riding in rain Tuesday.
I climbed on the bike Monday morning with little enthusiasm but the 80 miles to Moab were a hoot. Over 5400 vertical feet of descending meant I arrived there feeling much better than I had a right to. I bought two nights at an expensive campground a couple blocks off Main Street and its amazing how much better I feel after a day off.