FINALLY! The conclusion of my first trip to Yellow Pine this year from way back in July!
After I gassed up in Yellow Pine, I had made the decision that home was the best option for the night. I was just going to run Johnson Creek to Deadwood, hit the challenge point there, go over Scott Mountain and hit the challenge point there, then slab it home. A Venison ribeye steak awaits me in the freezer.
Off we go! Motoring South on Johnson Creek. There's a few scenic spots, but mostly, it's just a big gravel high way with out too many interesting things. Well, other than the fact that I'm on my moto in the woods of Idaho. I guess that's pretty interesting in and of itself.
22 miles later I run into the pavement of Warm Lake Road. A right takes one to Cascade on the pavement and 55 South to Boise. I'm gonna keep it dirty and make a left. 100 yards of pavement and it's back on the dirt as I traverse a beautiful high alpine valley. The name escapes me and it's not on my map.
Speeds and spirits are high. Even though I am still very alone, it doesn't feel so much like that anymore. Maybe because this is becoming familiar territory now. Several hours of dirt riding away from my couch and grill, but it somehow feels close. This is my backyard. It feels good. It feels like home. Finally, it feels like home.
Road signs are few and far between out this part of the world. Far from civilization and there are avalanche warning signs. The evidence is unmistakeable. Chutes with trees twisted, bent, and snapped. Uprooted, stacked, and piled. Some are still even hanging across the road. Still, and it's mid July.
Looking into Deadwood from the summit.
A quick stop at the Deadwood historical mine for the challenge pic.
The reservoir is close now. The river widens and the view breaks. Time to get off and have a look.
Another fast stop at the bottom of the damn to soak in the misty cool air. We are still a long ways from pavement and this reservoir really is quite secluded.
Slowly gaining altitude as I rise from the reservoir floor towards Scott Mountain Summit. A long ways to go, so Hobbes and I are happy to plug along at our normal pace. For those of you that are new to this thread, that's pretty damn fast.
The jagged Sawtooth Mountains some 50 miles away.
We came skidding to a halt as this rare view of Deadwood reservoir came into sight for just a brief second. This may be the only look you can get of the reservoir from the Scott Mountain side. I've never noticed this one before. Just a small window of opportunity.
The haze and smoke from far away fires settles in the valleys and creates a relief view of the ridge lines. I turned right to get my challenge photo at the Scott mountain lookout. I've seen the summit of Scott Mountain several times now, but never taken the ride to the lookout. Today was a perfect day.
The look out sits high atop that mountain.
I took the walk up to the building that clings to the rock. It was late, but I'm sure whoever is up there would like the company. I would. I talked with the ranger for a few minutes. But soon the hunger was becoming noticeable and the thought of tasty little deer searing on the grill motivated my exodus from this pristine location.
Almost to the slab.
The sun sets on another solo adventure with many moments of wonder. Mainly, why the hell do I do this shit alone? I'm home and the deer is on the grill. What will the next adventure hold for me n' Hobbes?