Vision Quest & Glacier Rather than staying awake and fasting for four days as practiced by some Native American tribes to prompt life guiding hallucinations, the motorcycling equivalent can be induced by riding across the Great Plains for 3 days. Bluffs rising in the distance were gathering and shifting position to channel me along a predestined path to the unknown. Lengthening shadows blacked out the rest of the world and the sliver of sunlight lit the only choice for what life was left of this existence. Sentinels on the rising canyon walls solemnly watched the motorcycle's progress as it gathered speed while time slowed down. Eons old rock layers crumbled and fossilized dinosaurs emerged, gaining form and flesh. Their heads tilted back readying a roar that would engulf the road and me in a silent maelstrom.... No mushrooms were consumed to provoke the above. Big Sky country demands one's imagination to fill it. And I think every serious rider should do that trek at least once, on westward bearing for maximum effect. Reality's return saw me camping on the west side of Glacier National Park. I had taken the road around the southern park boundary and the next day, free of luggage, I rose up the Going To The Sun Road and thoroughly enjoyed poking along with my head on a swivel. The road would be an absolute hoot to ride at a spirited pace, but I knew traffic would make that impossible. It was a fantastical day anyway. My photo album for the trip includes a lot of postcards. I thought this was one of them, but no. I do get lucky with the lens sometimes: Spot the mountain goat: There's one: Not your typical Goldwing: Though made in America, this one had a Japanese plate. I didn't meet the rider to find out how he had transported it, but it was a novelty to see labels printed with Japanese characters overlaying the engraved English lettering on the brake and clutch reservoirs.