I didn't get any other pictures from Canyonlands because the wind was too much for me. I only did a drive-thru. I need to go back one day soon.
I did stop at the visitor center and overheard a couple on a motorcycle talking to the park rangers about his gas situation - he didn't have any. The nearest gas station is 27 miles away. They were telling them that it is against regulations for park personnel to use official vehicles to transport anyone outside of the park, but it was downhill almost all the way so they thought it would be okay. The voice in my head didn't scream, "There's something wrong. Run!" The voice said "Help them." I asked which way they were going.
"Back to Moab."
"I'm heading the same way. I'll follow you and if you run out, we'll figure out a way to get you some gas."
He cut the engine and coasted as often as he could. We made it just in time. I topped off before I headed to the park and was still sitting on almost a full tank but I needed ice so I pulled in behind him. He gave me a big hug and kept thanking me.
"You are so nice. You don't even know me."
I was heading that direction anyway. I didn't think it was a big deal. There is no cell phone signal on that road so they would have had no way to call for help if they didn't make it. I would not have been able to sleep.