Four Brothers, Four Days along Idaho's Nez Perce Trail

Discussion in 'Day Trippin'' started by Jason Abbott, Oct 5, 2010.

  1. NDTransplant

    NDTransplant Been here awhile

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    Very nice- keep it coming!
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  2. katbeanz

    katbeanz earthbound misfit, I

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    Diggin the report, :thumb but having flashbacks of my biff at Cayuse Junction post WestFest. :p3rry
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  3. JG55

    JG55 Almost Normal

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    Looks like a great ride. JG
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  4. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    <div style="font: normal normal 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Sans-Serif;line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0;"><p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We had little love for the campsite that tried to kill us. Whether the fog and low clouds would bring rain or burn off, we couldn’t tell, but we weren’t sitting around to find out. We didn’t even care to stay for breakfast. We would stop at a nicer spot to catch up on pleasantries.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">By the time we were packed for departure, thinning clouds gave reason to hope for sunshine. Jesse led us out of the wet thicket and down the road to a beautiful, isolated area along the river, the North Fork of the Clearwater.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4972456591_9ce2bc6a57_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/4973076678_e2ddc38b90_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/4972466639_737c705cbd_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4973057466_714929077f_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4151/4973079998_e352b7fe77_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We parked our motorcycles and clambered down the roadside bank to an otherwise inaccessible rocky bar where Jeremy and Jesse threw in a line while Joel and I fired up cook stoves balanced atop jumbled stones to prepare breakfast and coffee.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/4972446359_8e97d2eed1_b.jpg" /></div></div> <blockquote style="background-image: url(http://www.trailimage.com/image/left-quote.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: left top; margin: 1em 7em; line-height: 1.2em; color: #aaa;"> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The North Fork of the Clearwater flows through a remote and relatively pristine area with crystal clear waters. It greatly resembles its sister drainage to the south, the Lochsa. Giant blond boulders of granite are highlighted with green mosses. The river cuts a path through vast stands of primordial western red cedar. Its two major tributaries are the upper North Fork of the Clearwater and Kelly Creek, a Blue Ribbon trout stream (<a href="http://www.visitidaho.org/whitewater/clearwater/north-fork.aspx">VisitIdaho.org</a>).</p> </blockquote> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/4972454103_8ff012b738_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/4973066552_f04715fc52_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Places like that put me in a mood that makes every leaf, twig and spot of moss seem a wondrous thing. We spent the morning quietly enjoying that setting—water rippled green and orange while flowing gently through sun and shade—and the bond of brothers. Everything was the way it should be.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4973078694_b84bf3c1eb_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/4972444695_ca72485060_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4972447809_c47feda2c6_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4973063712_4c9feaa38b_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Well … until Jesse took his shirt off.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4154/4972459601_5b6f2fd21d_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Rather than tempt fate on the untested routes I’d charted for the return to Moscow, we decided to finish the trip on a positive note and just follow the roads and highways well known to Joel and Jesse.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4124/4972468325_61e6678c57_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">County Road 250 is a narrow band of asphalt curving along the river through ferns and trees that seem eager to reclaim the artificial space. An exhilarating but comfortable speed let us enjoy beautiful river scenes even as we imagined ourselves speed racers, leaning left, right, right some more, and left.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4150/4973084528_0f9b8e1bfa_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We knew all along that the distance between gas stations was near the limit of the range for the smaller gas tanks so it wasn’t surprising when Jesse sputtered to the shoulder not long after the highway had turned and climbed from the river. Jeremy generously sacrificed his water filtration tube for a syphon but no matter how I pushed and twisted it into my large tank, I sucked nothing but air.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4151/4973089720_fb65a1bfdd_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The KLR had the second-largest tank so I returned the tube to Jeremy. After further syphoning shenanigans that we chalk up to KLR peculiarities (stealing gas from my old XRs was always so simple), we were back on the road again.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4103/4972477095_247550ce48_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/4973093180_5a13ae1f75_b.jpg" /></div></div> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/4972479533_6584139b83_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">A Subway Sandwich shop in Orofino off Highway 12 is part of Jesse’s fishing trip repertoire. It maybe didn’t matter a lot to Joel, who had all those lovingly prepared and packed meals from Jill, but to the rest of us, some prepared food sounded quite alright.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4083/4972480821_133d244680_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The chicken jalapeno sandwich special and Mountain Dew hit the spot.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“You want to ride it for a while?” I asked Joel, nodding at my motorcycle as we walked out of the restaurant. He seemed to have something on his mind the last day, lagging behind on the highway and passing up easy opportunities for sarcastic remarks. I thought he might enjoy a change of pace.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“No thanks,” he answered.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We decided to take the somewhat longer route through Juliaetta and Kendrick to stop at Bethel Cemetery where our dad is buried. I realized I hadn’t been through those small towns since I was a kid which seemed odd since they were once such a part of my lexicon.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/4973096898_2e98bced96_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">As we rolled through, it was like entering a memory. The towns seemed unchanged. No glass office buildings, rise of cheap apartments or sprawl of subdivisions, just the same main street lined with the same simple shops and houses I’d always seen.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4154/4972482945_568904724b_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Except for the few birds we scared into flight, the day was golden and still as we wound up the highway from the Potlatch River Canyon onto the Palouse Hills that we’d all called <em>home</em>.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/4973099054_6dbf889336_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Moscow Mountain</p> </div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Like any place, genealogy becomes cartography for the generations who’ve made their lives there. Our dad was just a toddler when his own dad, James Abbott, died. His mom remarried and became a <em>Yockey</em> and it is down Yockey Road that we might find the headstones that punctuate the end of their lives.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">But we were on motorcycles so of course took a shortcut onto a different, narrow gravel road leading to a windswept hill overlooking the farm where our dad and his brothers grew up, the site of Bethel Cemetery. </p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/4973100898_638d4df014_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We had visited separately over the years but it was the first time we’d stood there as four brothers since carrying our father’s boxed body from hearse to hoist nine years ago, almost to the day.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/4972487833_2cae4fb337_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I didn’t say, “dad would have enjoyed riding with us.” The words that came to mind seemed as trite as they were sad. I’m sure our dad would have been glad that his sons were enjoying rivers and mountains as he had, and doing so together. But that hardly needed to be said.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4126/4973104042_c429274980_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We stood a moment as shadows grew across empty hills and I remembered an admonition that once seemed ridiculous. “You should be nice to each other,” our dad cautioned his four bickering boys. “Someday you’ll be best friends.”</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4107/4972490601_7669b4ec2e_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">As Jeremy and I hosed the bikes down back at our mom’s place in Moscow, I made a fateful choice to double-check the shaft drive I’d greased before the trip. Everything looked good so I bolted it back up.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">We returned Toni’s KLR with our sincere gratitude. I don’t think we could have all ridden together without his generosity. </p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Although evening was upon us by then, Jeremy was eager to be home. We said our “good-byes” and he set off in his Jetta for Camano Island, north of Seattle. </p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I too was eager to be home, see my family and have a little down time before resuming work. I wasn’t ready to ride another six hours that same day but I set an alarm to rise early the next morning.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">After a welcome night outside the confines of a mummy bag, I woke to pull on liners against the cold half-light of morning, stocked up on snacks for the road, hugged my mother, and pointed south.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I made good time.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The coffee always hits about the top of Whitebird grade. I turned into the summit pull-out while looking for the best of the sparse trees to step behind. Then my heart sank. What happened?! There was oil sprayed all over the back half of the motorcycle.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">As dismal as that was, after a second to think, I realized I was also lucky. I’d been aggressive through miles of curves on a tire soaked all around with oil. It could have been worse.</p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4111/4973106782_385d2b9e68_b.jpg" /><p style="display: block; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Arial, sans serif; font-size: 12pt; color: #999; text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2px; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">after the oil was wiped off</p> </div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">With no cell service and no one else there, I knew I’d be walking. First I had to figure out what sort of help to seek. The amount of oil led me to expect catastrophe. Perhaps I’d cracked the case on a rock in the mountains.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I removed the rear wheel to look for the problem. It didn’t take long. When I’d unhooked the speed sensor to expose the shaft drive in my mom’s driveway, a penny-sized o-ring had dropped unnoticed to the ground, allowing gear oil to seep out onto the spinning wheel the last two hours.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">It was still a big hassle but the fix would be straightforward. Nothing was broken. And of all the places to be stranded, in the mountains with sun on my face wasn’t a bad option. I felt relieved.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">A sign along the highway, that I hadn’t really noticed before, said <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Whitebird-Summit-Lodge-and-Guest-Ranch/91220623219">Whitebird Summit Lodge</a> was 1.2 miles up the hill above the turn-out. I was skeptical since I’d never heard anyone mention the place but it was miles closer than anything else.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The young ladies in the pickup seemed wary of the sweaty astronaut. Climbing the hill to the lodge in my tall boots and silver riding gear warmed me up plenty. The place was vacant when I arrived but a truck pulled in before I could despair.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Can I help you?” the driver asked. I got the impression she was the daughter of the lodge owners. I explained my predicament and she led me to a phone in the house.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">While an audience of dead animals watched from the walls, I first tried to call one of my brothers in Moscow. <em>Ring, ring</em>. No answer from Joel. <em>Ring, ring</em>. No answer from Jesse. I waited a few minutes and tried again. Same result. Then I figured I could call my mom to relay the message to them. She didn’t answer either.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I was a little nervous about the bike and several belongings spread out for the taking back along the highway. I needed to get back there.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">It wasn’t the first time and won’t be the last that I put my fate in my wife’s hands. I called her at work, explained the situation and specific needs, and gave her my brothers’ and mom’s phone numbers. I would be incommunicado, relying on her to make it come together.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">After returning down the hill and carefully wiping all the oil from the wheel and motorcycle, I started working on a self-rescue. I used a knife to cut a couple o-rings from rubber sheeting under the seat. They seemed a little flimsy. </p> <div style="text-align: center; position: relative; margin: 0.5em 0; padding: 0;"><div style="text-align: center; position: relative; padding: 0;"><img style="border: 1px solid #000; background-color: #fff; padding: 4px; margin: 0 0;" alt="alt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/4972492987_5909102f73_b.jpg" /></div></div> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I knew I could do better when I found a piece of radiator hose off in the dirt. It took a long time to whittle out and test a couple o-rings but I finally got a tight fit. It was plan B if help didn’t arrive.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I had a nice little camp setup when a police car pulled in. “Just seein’ how you’re doin’,” he explained.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Just fine,” I answered. “Somebody should be coming along. Besides, I have all my camping gear and plenty of food. I could survive here for days.” He laughed. I didn’t mention all the whiskey.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I learned later that my mom, hearing of my situation, called the Grangeville police department and asked them to check on me. Jeez, mom.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">“Funny place to be detailing your bike,” a man remarked from an RV pulling slowly toward my spot. Turns out he’d been thinking about getting the same motorcycle. I enjoyed talking with him a while.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I visited for some time with another fellow in an RV making the fiddling competition circuit. Yeah, I didn’t know there was one either. I began to wish for peace and quiet as more people starte coming through. Everyone felt obligated to stop and make a remark.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">Finally, some five hours after I pulled off there, my mom showed up. Hooray mom! She had stopped in Lewiston at a motorcycle shop or two to ensure she had everything I might need. She handed over a bag of micro-fiber rags, exactly the right oil and several o-ring choices.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">I expected one of my brothers to make the drive but you can always count on moms to mother. I was very appreciative. With the right parts, it took only about twenty minutes to button things up and get back on the road.</p> <p style="text-indent: 3em; margin: 0 6em 1em 5em; padding: 0;">The Brother Ride 2010 looked like it might end on a sour note, at least for me, but in a strange way my time atop Whitebird ended up being a highlight—a little added adventure, a lesson learned, and the help of family, my wife and mother. And a reminder that these rides are always about taking what comes … and <em>choosing</em> to enjoy it.</p><div style="line-height: 1.1em; text-align: right; color: #888; font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma, Arial;">these images are hosted at <a style="color: #999;" href="http://flickr.com/photos/boise/">flickr</a> &#9632;<br/>this post was automatically generated from <a style="color: #999;" href="http://blog.trailimage.com/2010/09/lolo-motorway-and-more-day-4.html">my blog</a> &#9632;<br/>text and images are © Copyright 2011 Jason Abbott. All Rights Reserved. &#9632;</div></div>
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  5. Bob

    Bob Formerly H20Pumper

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    Thanks for the "rest of the story" Nice ending.
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  6. Idahosam

    Idahosam Set Adrift

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    Well now, better late than never! It was long enough ago I had to reread the RR, The ending was a moving and stoical refection on ones youth, so, has your fathers "self fulfilling prophecy" been fulfilled?
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  7. EWood

    EWood Adventurer

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    Great Report Jason! I love seeing the pictures of the Northfork area. I lived in Headquarters when i was a kid and we used to take a lot of trips down to the North Fork. Not much left of Headquarters now....:cry. It was quite the logging town back in the 70s.
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  8. Jason Abbott

    Jason Abbott Long time Idaho rider

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    The gist of it, yes. We're not able to hang out like pals all the time but when we're together, all I hear from our women is, "oh god, yours does that too!?" :D We don't have to say much because we already know we're all thinking the same things.
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  9. mdlak

    mdlak Been here awhile

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    Thanks for sharing. :thumb
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  10. ian408

    ian408 Oh? Administrator

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    Great report and glad you completed it as I'd never have seen it otherwise :D
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  11. ryanwilliamcantrell

    ryanwilliamcantrell Get Out and Ride!!

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    Simply outstanding.
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  12. obrianmcc

    obrianmcc Been here awhile

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    .........:thumb:thumb:thumb:thumb:thumb:thumb
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  13. M Bouthillette

    M Bouthillette Adventurer

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    Awesome read. I may not have brothers, but I suddenly can't wait for my son to be of age and go on a road trip like this. thank you for taking the time
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  14. lvharley

    lvharley n00b

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    Outstanding photography!!
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  15. Humunn

    Humunn Moto Prozac

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    Whoa! Epic pictures! Thanks for sharing.

    :clap
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  16. Tex76

    Tex76 Motersykle Advntyers

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    Great RR Jason, pictures and writing. What camera/lens were you using?
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  17. JawnBoy

    JawnBoy n00b

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    Awesome report!
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  18. dammitdave

    dammitdave Long timer

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    Thanks for all the work to post this RR. Gawd, I've got to get back over there. dd
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