A photo of my Caponord parked in front of Paulina Well, near Hampton Oregon, while I was taking a detour the first day of a trip to Salt Lake City in the summer of 2005 to find this place, the family homestead, where my dad was born in 1910 (generations are long in my family, I was born in late 1949). The homestead is one section of land forming the square directly in the middle of the picture. The mountain directly North of the homestead is called Glass Butte, because it's mostly obsidian. I spent about two hours wandering around there, and after ending up on a dead end in the middle of a herd of cattle, gave up and headed the 10 miles back out to highway 20 to resume my trip. The next week, I bought a GPS. Haven't been back since, but it's still in my plans. This road was very difficult to ride on due to the fine, deep dust covering most of it. The bike became very hard to control at anything over 15 mph or so. At one point, I nearly lost it, went off the road, and was saved by being wedged between two large sagebrush. There were many chunks of obsidian scattered around. I couldn't imagine a more desolate place to live. The property ended up being owned by my cousin Don, who sold it to get money to buy this BSA Golden Flash. Don was a good rider, and after the usual modifications, ran this bike in desert events in Southern California, and at Catalina one year. I haven't spoken to him in years (he moved to Texas, and never was much on contacting his relatives), he's 20 years older than I am. I would have been maybe 3 years old when this picture was taken in Lynwood, California.