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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by braveteacher, Jun 6, 2017.
Next made my way to Mt. Rush..Tons of people.
Reading Thomas Jefferson's famous speech from the Declaration of Independence, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed." I could not help but think of the Indians.
Leaving the Black Hills, I came to a town called Hot Springs! Time for a bath...it's not like it has been two weeks or anything...
I might have found the most BAD AS* camping spot of all times. If you are leaving south from Hot Springs on Hwy 18, you will come to Hwy 79. Turn south and maybe a mile down the road, you will come to the Cheyenne River. I guess when they updated the Hwy, they left this huge bridge abandoned. It was the most epic spot that is going to be very hard to top. Maybe climb up on the roof of a building?
In the morning, a man and woman parked and went under the bridge searching and looking around...digging in the bank. Once I got a chance, I hollered down to them, "What you looking for?" The man answered that they were gem hunting. He tossed up a gem that his lady friend just found, and he said it was worth $150!
These two were so nice...once we exchanged stories, they said I could not leave their state without some gems and ended up giving me a handful. They also invited me to 4th of July at their home. I graciously declined but was filled with how nice most people can be.
Got another state down...This makes 16 so far.
No more smelling like "PigPen." I'm going to be the BOSS from now on. Updated my sticker collection. Now I get to get some miles behind me and this Walmart stop.
It's always amazed me that people will go out of their way to talk to someone on a motorcycle with camping gear strapped aboard. Looks like a great time!!
Looks like you're having a spiritual time.
A while back in Wyoming, I kept coming to these terribly designed wind breaks. They did not stop any wind what so ever. I thought to myself, "Man, the engineer who designed these things is an idiot, and the state has spent thousands upon thousands of dollars for this?" Then, someone told me that those "wind breaks" were snow drift banks. LOL, they keep the snow off the roads in winter? Who knew? I'm from Florida--I don't know anything about snow.
Made my way across Nebraska today...Uggghhhhh, just did my time. Nothing but a bunch of green hills and trains. I could not stop thinking about the kid's tv show "Teletubbies." I raced several trains...caught this one and stopped on an overpass to get a shot of all its coal. Another was going around 60 MPH...I was going around 70 MPH and would pass him. The conductor must have gotten a kick out of me because he showered down on the horn. Then I stopped for gas and he passed me, but I caught up. When I passed this time, I used my left hand to "spank the butt of my horse" and he let out a bunch of toots. So funny!
Ran out of gas #4. This time it was my fault. The Bonnie does not get as good of gas mileage in the wind. Thank God for the Little Red Can! Would have been a seven-mile push.
Slept behind a Walmart last night...First time on the trip that I was asked to leave. This Walmart has a huge wall where they store the boxes, etc...the wall separates them from a farmer's corn field. So, behind the wall was pitch black and no cameras! Perfect, I thought? At 7am, I was woken to, "Hey you, in the tent. This is the store manager and we do not allow camping back here. I will give you a few minuets to get up and leave." Within seconds, the lawn sprinklers came on, and I was drenched! So I just stayed in the tent and made coffee in the vestibule thinking the water would turn off in 30 min or so. But no...in Nebraska they must water for hours? So, I ended up covering the nearby sprinklers with my pots, pan, and chair. Once packed up, the manager once again returned to make sure I was leaving. I guess he does not like motorcycles. Jerk. So I moved my wet gear to the parking lot and dried out. I'm on my way to the next destination!
I am a night person and enjoy riding east much better than west. The sun is to my back.
Made it to Iowa. Nebraska...well, it shucks...just do your time to get across. Why would anyone live there? I've been looking around for Mike and Frank but have not seen them yet.
That kind of camping is what makes a trip! Solitude, beauty, and leave no trace...
Was a short time in Iowa...just clipped the south west corner and then into Missouri.