Another ultra cold, rough (but cool looking!) night later, I woke up with my bike completely iced over from a late night drizzle and the below freezing air, loaded up, and rode toward Utah. Technically, this was the coldest day so far, but either all my nerves have died or I started to acclimate, because it didn't seem that bad anymore. I took the scenic route 89 into the state (well, according to a billboard it was scenic. If you really like cows), where I'm pretty sure it instantly became 20 degrees warmer. I got a hotel in Salt Lake City, celebrated the existence of the sun, then headed to Moab today.