A woman's 7 State 2 Province Solo Journey.

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  1. demenshea

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    I love motorcycle adventures. I love the anticipation of preparation and the subsequent glow upon returning home after a successful journey. I love the human interaction encountered while traveling and I love the freedom, most of all. The freedom to take a deep breath of daring, exposing the underbelly of desire found sleeping within, then setting it free with a grin.

    Grinning, I mounted my trusty moto-steed and headed north solo; embarking on a 15-day adventure to visit country I had yet to experience. My GPS presented a healthy dose of craziness traveling over 7 states and 2 Canadian providences and nearly 3100 miles, a less than daunting sum for the serious Iron Butt explorer. However, not being part of the IBA, I was feeling like this was substantial mileage, that and the fact, I needed to walk before I could run.

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    Double checking my bags, to make sure all zippers were zipped and all was properly attached, I gave a passionate kiss to my husband and rode east to Winnemucca, NV, the first gas stop before turning north to no-woman’s-land. The road was a glorious surface, abeit boring. The long straight sections made speed easily accessible and cautionary resolve indifferent. Looking ahead, I thought of the early explorers contemplating the end of the earth and dropping off into the unknown. The unknown was miles ahead and when I arrived it was reset to begin yet again, becoming my mileage purgatory.
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    Occasionally a lush valley would emerge from the unknown benevolently contributing shades of green to the otherwise brown and amber countryside.
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    A few towns rose in the distance complete with dusty whirlwinds and curious onlookers. Summer fires burned in the hills creating a surreal smoky horizon of endless proportion, leaving the GPS as sole navigator.

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    Nevada became Oregon became Idaho and became Oregon again, giving me the town of Ontario as my first overnight stop and a place to take a needed swim. The motel was filled with firefighters as the desert burned with a record 85 fires surrounding Ontario in both Oregon and Idaho. They looked as tired as I felt.

    A good night of sleep left me energized and ready to ride early. I left Ontario at 6:30 am to a chilly but refreshing Highway 30. Today I would enter some higher desert and a road less traveled using Hwy 82 to Hwy 3 through the Wallowa Whitman National Forest. I might actually encounter a twisty road or two!
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    Highway 30 rose to some beautiful mountain passes presenting high desert in full regalia.

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    After changing to Hwy 82, the roadside became more quaint and scenic. Small towns spilled into the horizon and the town of Elgin displayed some local humor.

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    Riding closer to Wallowa, the sky once again filled with smoke from a large wildfire, although it didn’t faze the local herd.

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    Wallowa was Nez Perce country spreading from Oregon to Washington to Idaho. I passed several tribe members as they made their way to a large regional pow-wow. When I was stopped taking some pictures, I met Wally, a local Nez Perce tribesman, who provided me will a camel-bak refill, ice and some great tales. Thanks, Wally!
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    A few more miles up brought me to the summit and a motorcycle dream road through Hell’s Canyon that follows the Snake River. WOW…. similar to CA’s Little Dragon”, only this was miles long. And oh what a marvelous ride! What was truly amazing was that I passed only a small handful of other travelers.

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    The road wound to an end in Asotin right along the border of Washington and Idaho. Crossing the river Washington became Idaho and a few miles ahead was Lewiston. From Lewiston back into Washington then all the way to Spokane the roadside provided miles and miles of farmland and the “amber waves of grain”. There grows wheat, lentils and garbanzo beans bleeding different shades of yellow to amber to green over rolling hillsides.

    I rolled into a cloudy Spokane, arriving safely at my brother’s house after nearly 10 hours of a scenic yet surreal landscape.

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    I spent two lovely days visiting my family and will leave early tomorrow morning for Nelson, British Columbia.
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  5. SR1

    SR1 Back in S. Korea

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    Great pictures!!! :lurk


    Hey! Weren't you on Triumphrat.net before this?!
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    Nice write up! Yeah the Hell's canyon area is a great place to ride isn't it? With the high temps in the area you're on the right track too to be heading up north to BC. :D Have fun!!!
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    demenshea 1% Angel 99% Hooligan

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    That would be me....with my 03 sprint!! Sadly we parted company after its oil consumption got a bit out of hand!! Geeze even Triumph couldn't solve the mystery. :becca
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    SR1 Back in S. Korea

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    Yes, I recall that quite well. We were sorry to lose you, but understood the situation. I'm glad you're having fun riding again!
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    Nice pics, your intro was well written! :thumb Is that a Bandit 1200? Great bike.....!
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    great riding and pics!! Thanks for the report.. :thumb

    when you're ready for part 2, just add it to this thread, so we can keep it all together.

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    Part 2

    Morning saw a leisurely start and I had a difficult time getting in the swing of moving. Coffee helped but veging on the big ol’ front porch in the quiet Spokane neighborhood was becoming familiar, however I knew it was time to move north.

    I packed the bike and found the toughest negotiation of my trip was getting my bandito out of the garage, turned around on my bro’s horrible drive and down to the street. Hell, I was worn out before I began!!

    Once on the road, even in the commuter traffic, I felt the cool air through my mesh gear and my body eased into riding rhythm. I was ready for the next chapter of my adventure.

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    The ride to Canada from Spokane was over Hwy 2 to Hwy 31 and some beautiful lush country abeit many curves. There was a sense, as I approached Canada of foreignness to the area.. The people began to gain a bit of an accent that was different to my ear. Everyone was very friendly, that was until I got to the border at Nelway.

    Ah the border. I don’t know exactly what I answered that was incorrectly stated but I became this day’s “random” search. I was stuck at the border for nearly 1.5 hours as they completely tore down my luggage and searched every bloody piece. I have to say, he did this task with a smile. He even brought out a female border guard and she went through my minimal makeup kit, my prescription meds and my underwear. It was pretty thorough. The near disastrous result of this search was when they discovered that I had an undeclared corkscrew, which I had purchased from the local thrift store. It had a blade for cutting foil on a wine bottle, which they immediately tested and proclaimed that they had found residue of marijuana on the blade. Hahahahahahahah….i could barely keep a straight face as I had absolutely no idea how it got on my corkscrew although I didn’t know the “history” of the corkscrew…I only knew I hadn’t used it for any drug related activity. They told me they could call the Canadian Mounted Police (u mean like Dudley DoRight?) however they were going to let me go with a warning. Phew…..

    I got the hell outa there as quickly as possible.
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    Once down the road and just before dropping into the town of Castlegar, I stopped to get off the bike and shake off the negative experience of the border, I was fine afterwards.

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    I arrived in Nelson around 3PM and called my friend Geoff. He is someone I met on mcUSA moro-forum, however we had never met in person. The beauty of this community is that he invited me to stay with him and his wife for the days I was to be in Nelson. What a great invitation! He met me in Nelson and had planned a small ride up in the hills which was a blasst! Afterwards, we rode to his home, about 20 miles from Nelson to await his wife who chairs the Kootaney School of Art. As we got to the top of the drive were greeted by a 12 point bull elk. WOW!!!

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    After a wonderful dinner a dog walk and some spirited conversation, they set me up in the guest room.

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    Where Geoff and Laura live is a huge Doukhbor Community. I found information regarding this group here
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dukhobor I found this area to be full of history. The following building is a Dukhobor building.

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    In the morning we began with a 1978 Spitfire and a trip into Nelson for some shopping and touring. We took the car only because it was quite hot and we had to do grocery shopping. The Spitfire was nearly as fun as the bikes.!!

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    In the town of Nelson, the city decided they no longer wanted people walking dogs and messing up the pristine streets. Well a guerilla art force decided to have some fun and spray paint all sorts of animals at the corner signs, including deer, elk, cows, pigs, and boar. The city fathers did NOT enjoy the humor!

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    Tomorrow Geoff is going to take me touring in the northern Kootaneys then we will part company and I will head to Ainsworth Hot Springs for my final Selkirk night, then on to Alberta.
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    Today a nail seems to have found a new home in my rear tire. I luckily didn’t notice it until parking the bike at Ainswowrth Motel after a wonderful day of riding the Kootenays. In what could have easily been a 2 hour ride, instead became a 6 hour ride as I trailed Geoff traversing the scenic byways.

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    The roads throughout that area are nicely surfaced and had a bit of wonderful twisties, enough to tease one into the continuous search for more. The nail culprit must have hitched a ride on the gravel road to Slocan, a deserted silver mining town and lucky for me, didn’t present any problem, only make me aware that I would need to replace my rear tire before moving on to Alberta.

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    Upon arriving at Ainsworth Motel, I encountered another pair of hearty travelers, both Canadian and brothers. They get together yearly to celebrate family with a long ride around both Canada and the USA. Bob was from the Yukon and Lawrence was from north of Vancouver. We commiserated tire woes and they took pity on me and decided to follow me back to Nelson for a tire the next morning. However, the evening was filled with gabbing and food and drink as well as an amazing dip in the Ainsworth Hot Springs.
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    The bright and sunny morning brought another surprise. Bob had a flat and a nail!! We aired up the bikes and carefully headed the 1.5 hr. ride back to Nelson arriving at Kootenay Sleds and Wheels, a local dealer who could provide both a Harley and a Suzuki tire!

    Kudos to this dealership, for getting me right in and back on the road to catch the Kootenay Lake ferry, as quickly as they did! Tis this sort of special treatment that makes one realize the camaraderie of our sport, also a special thanks to Bob and Lawrence for an enjoyable evening and needed rider support.

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    Leaving Nelson once again, I was hoping to catch an afternoon ferry and had little problem. There was a formidable queue, but they found room for one lone motorbike and I was on my way to Alberta.

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    3a to 3 and into Alberta
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    After getting a late start from replacing my rear tire in Nelson, BC, I had to wonder if I would make it all the way to Cardston, AB, Canada. I was taking it easy after having to sign a waver in Nelson, stating that my tire was slippery and so were the Canadian roads, thus Sleds and Wheels was not responsible for my slipping off the road! Geeze, that inspired confidence!

    When I finally arrived in Cardston, I was a bit rummy, to say nothing of stressed as I had been riding on reserve for nearly 40 miles. Bandito being my solid pal and not quite silent companion saw me through. Note to self: Very few gas stations in Canada have pre-pay pumps so if the store is closed so is the gas station.

    As I arrived at my motel, my eyes widened with, “oh no!! This can’t be the place…tell me I am wrong!! But noooo…the Flamingo Motel was definitely my paid destination. The Flamingo was the perfect example of how the web can deceive. You know the date who sends you someone’s else picture. I must admit, it didn’t present as some hot spot, however it looked adequate. Like I said web-looks can be deceiving.

    The room was dirty, the carpet soiled and stained. It was ghastly hot and the air-conditioner was installed so high that I needed a chair to reach it. The window barely opened 6 inches. There were dead bugs on the counter tops and floor space. As much as I was dying for a bath, you couldn’t have paid me to soak in that tub!! The manager told me he only had a room with a kitchen (you mean this place was full….no freakin’ way!) so if I used anything, I would be charged more. HA!

    I gingerly placed all my stuff on the bed, checked the sheets that looked ok and climbed in, exhausted after a Dairy Queen sandwich, as nothing else was open! Bugs or no bugs, I slept soundly. :bigwow

    I was up early, needless to say, and had the bike packed and was ready to go for coffee. At the local restaurant, I met some travelers that told me about Waterton International Peace Park, the Canada side of Glacier Park. I decided that I couldn’t miss it and traveled over some of the previous evening’s road to get the 44K to the entrance. Halfway there, I realized I forgot my camera battery charger. I weighed out not having it and decided to go back to the dreaded Flamingo. It greeted me in the wall, charged and ready to go and I fled Flamingo purgatory.

    Nice view behind one's home in Leavitt, AB Canada (almost surreal)
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    Back at the entrance of Waterton, I discovered that I needed a Canada Park pass or an additional fee. I was simply amazed that it was a mere $6 bucks to enter the park via motorbike. Heck, they charge $8 bucks to park at Sand Harbor, Lake Tahoe for the day. This was only $6 for nearly 850 miles of hiking trails alone, including Glacier Park! I entered smiling.

    I went straight to the village to get a “real” coffee At Zum's and found exactly what I was looking for coupled with homemade “wildberry” pie. YES!!

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    While enjoying coffee and pie, I met a man and his grandson traveling from Florida. They were a wonderful diversion with many great travel tales. I left for Red Rock Canyon full and content.

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    The canyon was quiet and the road fantastic, twisty and narrow! I had had so few twisty roads this presented a delightful treat. As I stopped for a pic I noticed the horror of my leather riding jacket missing off the back of my bike. Only the empty net was still partially attached. OH NO…NOT MY LEATHER!! I flipped a u-turn to retrace my journey between the restaurant and the canyon. Half-way down, I saw my camelbak nicely laid out on a large rock on the side of the road. It had been wrapped in my jacket and there was NO jacket to be found. I felt sick.

    I went to the park office and filed a lost report, just in case someone turned it in, although I had my doubts as why not turn in the Camelbak as well. I had to chalk it up and at least while searching for it, I came across this guy…he was as large as my bike and lumbering in the roadway. I stopped to let him pass and gingerly got out my camera, not sure if he was going to keep walking or eat me, the way my luck was going. I must have looked too fatty as he moved on. :funny

    Once out of Waterton, I decided to cross back over to the USA at Chief Mountain Border Crossing and then over to the Sun Highway to get into the US side of Glacier Park. The Chief Mountain road was extremely pleasant abeit the S L O W tourists. There were plenty of passing areas and unbelievable vistas. I used my park pass and went right into Glacier Park.

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    After a day of glorious sightseeing, I turned the bike to my next evening destination, Flathead Lake, MT.

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    I was going to stay with a good friend of Kluts, and not exactly knowing what the situation was to be, is one of the great pleasures of this type of travel!! I arrived in Big Fork and called Gurdon, Kluts friend. No answer, so I tried the cell number. He answered and fortuitously was across the street from where I called, doing some shopping with Jim’s bro, Richard. What a perfect meeting and now I could follow them to the lake house.

    I was in awe as we approached, as I am not sure what I expected, but it was not a lakefront home!! The worst of the ride was the steep dirt road down to the house with two nasty switchbacks. I made it uneventfully, but did consider my having to go back up. Heck, up is never as bad, and the illustrious words of John m0t0_ryder, “when in doubt, gas it out” were hanging on my lips. I was ready for anything!

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    We were just in time for the sunset.
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    After a wonderful supper,and nonstop visiting, I settled down in my master suite complete with king size bed and lovely bathroom! Wow, I felt like a queen.

    After Rich and his daughter left for home early in the morning, day two on Flathead Lake was to be filled with an afternoon BBQ and sailing venture with Gurdon’s yacht club friends, (it sounds way more formal that it was) We were going on a full moon sail as soon as it got dark. One problem…there was little wind.

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    The following day, I hung at Gurdon’s abode and went swimming and sunning. Ah….the life! I did make a Mexican meal for my hosts for that evening complete with beer and wine. What a great final night.

    While visiting with Gurdon, Jacob and their friend James from AZ, I was told about a marvelous thunderstorm that took place the evening before I arrived. James shot this amazing pic and I thought i would share it with you, even though it is not my photograph.

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    After another great night of sleep, I got up to a heartfelt goodbye. This was one true highlight of my trip. The company and environment was unexcelled, but on to the next adventure and a change of plan. I added Wyoming and Yellowstone and Teton National Parks. I truly couldn’t quit them and fires surrounding Missoula, MT required a new route.
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    It didn’t take much deliberation on my part to route through Yellowstone and Teton National Parks. I knew that I would want to stop overnight somewhere outside of the parks to try and save a few dollars. I looked at my GPS, that Gary insisted I take, and I could have kissed him. What a great asset to travel with. I can’t say just how many times I had used the “find” utility and zeroing in on the map surface while on the fly. The device had assisted me over and over. And this time it showed me Ennis, MT was the closest place of any size on the west entrance of Yellowstone. I stopped and called Gary and he did a web search and made a reservation for me at what turned out to be a real treat.

    Some folks from Alabama. He was a Harley rider but they decided to take her bike and ride together. They were wonderfully kind, but I couldn’t help but note the gear or lack thereof.
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    The Riverside Motel and Cabins right next to the Madison River provided not only fine shelter, but also a cheerful, quiet and spotless log-type cabin. For other travelers in that region here is the website: www.riversidemotel-outfitters.com

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    My neighbors were riding Harleys and were both from the Florida. We had a wonderful exchange of travel stories and again I made some new friends of father and daughter! What fun it is to be on the road, on leisure time. Everything happens as it does, and I had no pressure. What an amazing journey!

    My journey today would take me to Yellowstone and Tetons and hopefully I would find a room somewhere south of the two. Jackson was not an alternative as I discovered on my web searches just how expensive and trendy the place was. So, I was opting to go to Idaho for a better deal.

    I discovered on this trip that the Harley is definitely the ubiquitous machine found everywhere in every state and all over Canada. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the Harley, but I do have issues with some of the riders. I found the least courteous riders on this trip were the Harley clones, that not only rode the bike, but owned every sort of Harley branded object, except for protective gear! I can’t tell you just how many huge group rides I encountered in these non-helmet states where any protective gear just isn’t cool. Time and time again, I saw entire groups with maybe one rider with any sort of helmet. As to riding pants etc…nada, very few riders were prepared for the fall. I only hope they were safe riders.

    On the other hand, I also met some wonderful folks that were riding the American made Harley Davidson. So, apparently it was the luck of the draw, as with all other formatted riders. I did find myself in the tiny minority of sport-tourers. I am certain that I could count how many other bikes I encountered other than Harleys, on my fingers and toes. I just didn’t seem many, unless they were Goldwings. I did see several of those. I met maybe three others on sportbikes, and a couple on FJRs and one Magna. I did see one Vstrom and a few BMW RTs and GSs. I met NO other female riders traveling alone. NONE.

    This did surprise me, quite frankly. I thought to encounter at least a few, but none were out. I saw some female riders in the cruiser groups, no women on anything but cruisers. The people I did meet thought I was crazy or worse. I can’t tell you how many times I got asked if I was riding alone. I would look around and reply, “Yes, when I last checked, I was alone”. People defined it as everything from “adventurous” to “creepy”. I was told I was brave or silly and asked if I was gay?! HAHAHAHAHAHA (must get some more lipstick)
    When asked about my husband, I replied that he gave me his blessing and is proud of my riding skills. This was simply above some people’s grasp, and they would NEVER understand, even other riders.

    I rode seeking the vast countryside, the beautiful clear rivers, the vanishing wildlife and the human adventure found only from the seat of my motorcycle. I, of Portuguese decent, wanted to be an explorer of the previous unknown. I was seeking the perfect ride, the perfect journey and I found it in this big two country loop. The ride became my adventure of a lifetime.

    I rode to Yellowstone the morning of July 31 thirteen days after leaving Nevada.

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    Yellowstone was a different animal entirely from any other parks I experienced. It was crowded, and the entrance from the West was like Lake Tahoe, fast food and souvenir shops invaded the ever fading wild lands.

    Once in the park I immediately saw a herd of what I thought were elk. I never saw any horns so I wasn’t sure.

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    I know this seems crazy, but the animals almost seemed staged! I was in a natural Disneyland.

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    The geothermal action was definitely the highlight of Yellowstone. It was nearly psychedelic.

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    All the while I was so absorbed in the thermal walk that I barely noticed the storm clouds gathering. The cooler air felt wonderful.

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    Then the skies opened up and downpoured but that didn’t seem to stop the animal parade or I should say the tourist parade
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    A very wet Donna with NO RAIN GEAR, it was definitely the last time I will make that mistake!
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  18. demenshea

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    I loved these lily pad ponds and in the rain they had even more allure.
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    Suddenly I find myself out of Yellowstone and into Grand Teton and on the Jackson Lake.
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    By the time I finally was mostly dried the sun was beginning to set and the only shots I could get of the Tetons were screaming bold lighting. I couldn’t get a decent shot of the rugged range except from the other side of Jackson. HELP ME JOE...i need shooting into sun tips!!

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    Jackson was the ultimate cluster**ck. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. The traffic and crowds were absolutely unbelievable. The town is small and it took me nearly 30 minutes to get through. When I finally got to the fantastic mountain pass where skiing is king in the winter months, I was desperate for some fine twisties and higher speeds. Lucky for me, there were no enforcers, and little traffic over the Teton Pass to Victor.

    From Victor I went over the Pine Creek Pass to Swan Valley and then on to Idaho Falls to find a room. The light was quickly fading, and having little interest in riding alone at night, I didn’t stop for any more pictures. Sadly, that was some of the most scenic country through which I had passed. Quaint and lovely with wonderful pavement, then came Idaho Falls, ID.

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    Oh Idaho. There is no place that I have been that is quite like it. I guess in all fairness, I would need to visit some other areas. My nephew lives in Moscow which seems to be a nice place, but then it is a college town and probably has a much more liberal stance. The Idaho that I saw had a much different façade one of small conservative towns. I actually had to chuckle at one town being Arco, ID where they have been painting the graduating class year on the overhanging cliffs of the town. When I inquired, the woman running the quickie-mart, was quick to tell me, “oh ya, they been chalking the years for as long as I can remember”. She must have been about forty and by the dates of some of the years, it has definitely been a long time of painting. Don’t they know it is hardly ecological? No one must care.

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    After gassing up in Arco, I made my way to the next National Park or in this case National Monument, the Craters of the Moon.

    I have always had an affinity for lava beds and this was quite near the same thing being a geological wonder. The park is over 1,100 sq miles. We are talking miles of rugged lava eruptions and volcanic terrain.

    I rode out and parked the bike and did some cave hiking with some other tourists. It was really all pretty amazing. Difficult to believe that nature is so adept at refocusing itself with what it has to work with and dynamically making a major change. There are lovely pants that seem to endure the hot temperatures and arid weather conditions. Green somehow prevails.

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    The entire rest of the day was spent traveling to Burns, OR with few stops other than for gas and liquid. My camelbak was hot in a few short hours, being the small ice in the hotel machines quickly melts away. Throughout ID, people were dumbfounded that I was traveling alone, another “ahha” moment. I took Hwy 20 across ID to Boise, then had to get on I84 for a few miles until Ontario, OR where I could then get back onto Hwy 20. When I arrived in Boise, I84 was under construction and the GPS tracks show that I went from approximately 80mph to 2mph for the next 20 minutes. It was 104 there and my head was pounding, as the heat rose from the asphalt making the temperature near my face shield feel about 120 degrees. Suddenly the shoulder was looking more and more attractive as a desperate lane. I was sucking down warm water and actually downed a Gatorade. I truly thought this stretch was going to be the end of me. I was melting over my motorbike, like limp spaghetti. I was thrilled to get to Vale only to find out it was 104 there as well, but I knew the upcoming canyon would offer some reprieve.

    This day was by far the worst travel day ever. Even the scenic and interesting Craters of the Moon park couldn’t lessen the over-heated-too-much-is-too much feel I encountered in Boise. I was quite nearly ready to be home but still had close to 600 miles to go and I was hot and exhausted. I was glad to arrive in Bend at the Day’s Inn with their pool ready to cool me down.

    As I checked in, I was told the restaurant next door would close at 9pm as would the pool. Well, hmmmm….pool/food/pool/food…ya, you know which I chose. That swim was quite nearly the best I have ever taken!

    The local Safeway provided dinner in a sandwich and cheap vino and I slipped into bed and slept soundly. I awoke knowing it was a new day and that an early start would be my friend. I cleaned and lubed the chain and packed the bike for this final lap to Reno. I was actually feeling melancholy as the end of my epic journey came to a close. That must have been why I chose the route that I selected.

    The GPS didn’t even like my route and I ended up doing it point to point. From Burns to Lakeview, OR to Alturas then Hwy 299 to Canby to Adin then Hwy 139 to Eagle Lake and on to Susanville. I then got back on Hwy 395 to Janesville and the Janesville Grade so I could view the damage at Antelope Lake and the surrounding area. I rode Beckwourth Genesee into Taylorsville and then on to Quincy.

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    Suddenly a sand dune appeared, then just as quickly disappeared.
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    Hwy 395 is nothing more than a glorified trail around Lake Abert. I had miles of washboard pavement and had to laugh at doing the kid thing of humming while you vibrate along.
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    At lakeview, you pass the large Goose Lake. I didn’t stop for pix as I had taken several on my way to OR earlier in the summer.

    Once I hit Alturas it was warming up so I stopped for gas and a cool drink and to observe the locals. Afterwards, I got back on Bandito and without looking at the GPS, headed right down Hwy 395. I had gone about 11 miles when I realized that I didn’t want to go that way, but to try the roads I had never ridden. I flipped a u, of which I am getting rather good at after this trip and went back to Alturas. I then followed the GPS.

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    In Quincy I stopped for gas figuring full well I would see Bandit12, Ray and Ladywulf, Sherill as it seems I usually do, but not this trip. http://www.pashnit.com/forum/images/smilies/love.gif:love
    I was on the home stretch taking Hwy 70 to 395 and into Reno.

    My homecoming was perfect.

    Will write an epilogue when i settle back in...right now need to reflect on what an amazing journey I just had and what effect it has had on me as a traveler and a rider. The contribution to my skills are simply amazing.

    My final GPS is right around 3100 miles give or take a few as there was a couple of times i shut it off, not realizing the lost mileage.
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  19. GB

    GB . Administrator

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    Outstanding!! :thumb

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  20. Backout

    Backout Banned

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    Quite possibility one of the best Ride/pic threads on ADVrider. Your photography is well formed and you didn't put the Bandito in every pic.
    I give you an A+
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