We suddenly have a free weekend, and my Valerie wants to head for Spokane to see our oldest son Tyler. Somehow, I catch her at a weak moment, and finagle the idea that she drives over and I take the bike to make a scenic loop. She agrees. I pack the bike. Friday morning I head north through Missoula, and towards Ronan to say hi to a friend. I always wonder about the road signs written in the funny indian spelling. Since they of course didn't have a written language, I don't know how this developed. 'Course, I could research it, but here is what the signs look like. Rollin' up 93, I get to Ravalli When you come over the top to the Mission Valley, even when the lighting's not good you have to take a picture of the spectacular Mission Mountains I stop in Ronan to see my friend Adam. His Mustang is wicked fast, dyno's north of 500 horses. After a cup of good coffee, I head through Charlo and the backside of the National Bison Range. Back on 200 and through Dixon. Had a few beers here over the years when this was part of my sales route. Through Plains and Thompson Falls, some real nice scenery Clark Fork Id is the last civilization I'll see for a while. Population 508, I wonder if I'll find any decent food there. I find this place: Everything baked right there, with lots of fresh natural foods etc. I have a sammich and small pecan pie that's to die for I head out of Clark Fork, and hit the roads that go across the south side of Lake Pend Oreille. (Pronounced Pond O' Ray) Quite a ways up the hill, I stop for a nice relaxing break, overlooking the lake. It's hot out and feels good to get my heavy black riding gear off! Back down the road through thick trees and open vistas After something like 65 miles of dirt, I come out at Silverwood Park just north of Coeur d' Alene I beat feet across north Idaho the back way to Clayton Washington, my parent's house, established in 1967 as the Lazy R Ranch. I am hot and tired, and kept going the last couple hours thinking about what was coming. It's just the other side of that fence Yeah that's right Oh, get me into that water After good cool-down and relaxing, I ride on into Spokane to Tyler's place, where Val and he are hanging out That's the end of day one. 425 miles and lotta hours in the seat. I slept rather well that night.