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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Loadtoad101, Jul 20, 2019.
Awesome report. What is the extension you have on the screen? Has it stopped the buffeting?
how sandy was the road to muley point? i didn't make it on my tiger last year. but i suck in the sand.
Not completely, but helps. Cheap eBay buy, $20
Was a couple short sections not too deep was able to make it through on my bike with no issues.
While traveling up Hwy 1 I stopped at a turnout that overlooked the sea lions. It was pretty much a snooze fest but the tourists really liked it. Years ago I spent some time on San Clemente Island off the coast southern Calif in my military days. We roamed the island and were able to go down to the beach and get within feet of the sea lions. They are kind of scary when you are only 3-4 feet from a 12oo lb sea lion!
Looking back toward the mountains, I could see Heast Castle. My moto G6 gave up the ghost so I had to resort to my inferior Kyocera for the remainder of the pictures.
finally found this after seeing your posts in other forums. Great trip! I have a riding buddy, also ex military, who lives in Smyrna.
Kept traveling up the coast and stopped to take more pictures of the beautiful coastline.
Traveling up the highway the traffic was heavy and lots of construction going on. Be prepared for long wait times at the construction sites. They stop traffic in both directions to get things done.
All the campgrounds along the coast are typically reserved for 2 years out! I planned to take Nacimiento-Ferguson road over to Hunter-Ligget and camp there, but I found somewhere better. The Ponderosa Campground was practically empty.
The campground is about 13 miles from the coast up a narrow, winding hairpin filled road. Yea, perfect motorcycle riding. After only about a mile up the road, the temperature rapidly increased to over a hundred degrees! It had been in the low 70's so I had to stop and remove all my layers. It was unbelievable how rapidly the temperature went up in such a short distance.
Traveling along the road I passed two campgrounds, the second one was the Ponderosa, no one there. I stopped and cooled off in the cool stream next to the campsites. I continued to Hunter-Leggit, ate and got provisions for the night. When I returned to the campground later there was a couple that had set up camp on one of the sites.
I didn't realize that the campground had about 20 campsites further up the road but there was 3 right next to the creek. I decided to set up camp right there next to the water.
It was about 100 degrees when I returned to camp so I set up my chair in the creek, had an adult beverage and relaxed after a long day's ride.
The only real downside to the campground was the gnats, they were pretty bad. I decided to explore around a bit and took a walk further back into the campground. I discovered that I had set up camp at the entrance, but further back there were plenty of empty campsites that were there. I struck up a conversation with a couple and asked them when the temperature would cool off. She said in about an hour but then the mosquitoes would arrive! Well, the sun went down and low and behold, the gnats went away and the mosquitoes were a no show, woo whoo. I had a nice peaceful evening.
Bright the next morning, it was time to return down the mountain.
The morning sun brought out the colors of the hillsides.
Amazing how the temperature down at the water could be 30 degrees less just a few miles away.
This day my destination was San Jose. The plan was to go up the coast to Monterey and then cut across the hills to Hwy 101 and then shoot straight into Silicon Valley. At this turnout, I met a young couple from the Netherlands on vacation. They were kind enough to take my picture. They told me they were enjoying their visit.
I mentioned earlier that construction was going on all along the coast. Here is what you can expect.
The next stop was Big Sur. Very crowded, lots of traffic. I had to stop and get a sticker for my panniers.
Just up the road, I came across Point Sur, the location of an old lighthouse and a small Coast Gaurd station.
Arriving in Monterey I found it crowded, lots of traffic with high-speed freeways along the bay, I was happy to cut across and head to San Jose. I stopped in Gilroy at Garlic World!
Could smell the garlic from the road. It wasn't long before I was at my final destination where I spent some time visiting with family.
My chain was giving me problems, I would adjust and lube it but after just a little while it would be loose again. I could hear slapping when shifting into 1st and 2nd gear. RE dealer in San Jose had no chain. I continued on my journey which would take me to Winnemucca, NV via Lake Tahoe.
This shot was on Hwy 88 past Jackson and climbing up the Western side of the Sierras. View in the background is looking West.
Continuing along Hwy 88 I came to the turn off for hwy 89, Picketts Junction. The sign said, Lake Tahoe 19 miles. Great, I will take this route and probably get a great shot of the lake from up on the mountain pass. Wrong! Turned out to be a bad choice. Never did get a shot of the lake from this route. You just pop out on the West side of South Lake Tahoe, lake nowhere to be seen.
Traffic in South Lake Tahoe is bumper to bumper from signal to signal! I thought what the hell did I get myself into. Reminded me of the traffic on the Strip in Las Vegas. Luckily I was still in Calif so I was able to filter up to the front of the line at the signals, but that was only until I crossed over the border into Nevada. I was amazed at the crowds. After finally clearing the casinos the traffic thinned out but I noticed that for miles the road on both sides was a parking lot. Crowds of people were walking along the road with their beach gear in hand to enter the beach access points. Some of them had a long walk. Not my idea of a vacation. I was heading north along Hwy 50 and finally got my views of the lake.
This picture was taken by a very nice young man who was with his family on vacation. He was of Indian extraction so I brought up that I was riding a Royal Enfield. Man did he get excited, asked all kinds of questions and when I told him I had ridden from Tennessee, he told me they were from Georgia! We walked back to the bike and we talked about the bike and what not. I could see his wife impatiently waiting with the kids for her husband to quit talking about motorcycles. Nice man, enjoyed talking to him.
I was shooting for Water Canyon just outside of Winnemucca, NV. There were free campsites along the creek and I was looking forward to a relaxing evening at camp.
I arrived on a Sunday night and it was getting late, this is the scene that I was met with!
The ground was covered with these little creatures, didn't know what they were as I was riding along. There was a pickup in front of me and as it traveled up the road the ground kind of parted like the Red Sea when Moses made his escape. Here's what the little buggers looked like.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Anabrus simplex - Mormon Cricket
The Mormon cricket (Anabrus simplex) is a large insect that can grow to almost 8 cm (3 inches) in length. It lives throughout western North America in rangelands dominated by sagebrush and forbs. Despite its name, the Mormon cricket is actually a shieldbacked katydid, not a cricket. It takes its name from Mormon settlers in Utah, who encountered them while pushing westward, and for the prominent role they play in the miracle of the gulls.
Although flightless, the Mormon cricket is capable of traveling up to two kilometers a day in its swarming phase, during which it is a serious agricultural pest and traffic hazard
I stopped to check things out and the little buggers were jumping all over me. No way was I going to set up a tent and hang out with this scourge all around me. Time to hightail it back to Winnemucca and find a room. This would be the most expensive accommodations on the whole trip. It was Sunday night and there was a huge contingent of firefighters in town due to a fire somewhere nearby. But, it was a very comfortable quiet room. And best of all, no Mormon Crickets!
After a restful stay at the Holiday Motel, I set out for Elko, NV where I would take Hwy 225 North through the Duck Valley Indian Reservation, into Idaho and East to a nice campsite on the American River near Pocatello, ID. It was to be a long day.
Traveling East on I-80 was a very hot slog across the desert, I was using my cooling vest to make things manageable. I was on the lookout for a rest stop where I could recharge my vest with nice cool refreshing water. Not! I pull off at a nice state rest stop and I notice that instead of a normal building with restroom facilities the place has about 6 restrooms with outside doors? Look inside, chemical toilets, no sinks! What, I look all around the rest stop, not a water spigot or fountain in sight, WTF. Luckily I was carrying a water supply but I did use all of it drinking and recharging my vest. Be aware when crossing this area that you are on your own when it comes to a water supply. Shortly after I came across this informative stop.
A very interesting informative museum there. Learned a lot about the struggles our ancestors made crossing the plains and mountains to get out west.
Once I arrived in Elko I turned due north on a very long and scenic road to Idaho. I refueled in Elko and headed North.
Very large mailbox, guess it's a long way to the post office from here.
Wild Horse Reservoir. Lots of campsites along the shore run by the local Indian Tribe.
After passing the dam that forms the reservoir the water runs north through a narrow canyon with lots of tight curves. Traffic was spirited here and you had to watch out for trucks with trailers coming around the curve.
I continued on and at about the 100-mile mark I made a bad decision. I passed an Indian Outpost with a convenience store and gas. I thought there would be more places to get gas down the road, NOT! I just saw more of this.
Nowhere to be seen was a place to get gas, as my gas gauge kept getting closer to the red area I started to worry. When I passed the outpost there was a group of motorcycle riders that were smarter than me gassing up, soon they went roaring past me and left me on the long desolate road alone. The last ten miles or so was a long downhill section that saw me tucked into the windshield to try and stretch out the last bit of mileage from my dwindling fuel supply. Hwy 225 turned into Hwy 51 when I crossed into Idaho, at the junction of 51 and 78 there was an aquatic inspection station. I had seen many of these stations and wondered what all the fuss was about. I stopped to ask the official there where the closest gas was and also tell me what they were inspecting for? Luckily for me, the gas was only 2 miles away in Bruneau. Here is what all the fuss is over, and for good measure. New Zealand mud snail, Eurasian watermilfoil, and hydrilla are what they are trying to prevent the spread of. See this for more info: https://invasivespecies.idaho.gov/watercraft-inspection-stations
Relieved that I was going to find some gas, I headed for that gas station and found the Harly boys that passed me earlier gassing up. I got some refreshments and headed over a block to a nice shady city park and talked motorcycles with the group of Harly riders. Turns out one of them was from Torrance, Ca close to where I grew up. I went 180 miles on that tank of gas.
After resting up I hightailed it across Idaho and made it to Sportsman Park just outside of Aberdeen, Id. Very nice facilty on the river with showers and lots of shade. Spent a quiet nite there. Local cop was cruising by and stopped to talk to me. He was a rider and just wanted to talk motorcycles. Nice fellow.
My next leg would take me eventually to Jackson Hole, WY but I first had to explore a little town in Idaho called Shelly. My mother grew up on a farm not far from there and my uncle farmed there his whole life.
I rolled into town and saw that the actual main street had not changed much in the 54 years since I had last been there. I remember the summer of 1965 I saw a movie at the local theater starring George Hamilton, ( the guy with the perpetual tan) called Your Cheating Heart. It was about the life of Hank Williams Sr. Here is the theater today:
I stopped in a local diner called Micks to have a meal and maybe talk to some oldtimers that might have known my Uncle. He lived to be 95.
No luck with a good meal or any info on my Uncle, but I googled his name and found his obit. Reminded me of his son whom I had met back in 65' when I spent a couple of weeks on my uncle's farm. My cousin was about 5 years old at the time. It was quite an adventure for a boy of 12 who grew up in Los Angeles to experience his first airplane ride and fly up to Idaho alone and spend time on a real farm! Googled the cousin's name and found out he owned a business in town, I asked the staff at Mick's how to get there and they gave me directions only a local could give. "Go on down the road to the trailer park, turn left over the railroad tracks, go over the hill and turn right at the bottom, you will see the business." Turns out the business was an auto repair shop and was located on the old farmstead! I pulled up on the bike and approached my cousin with an outstretched hand and said, "Howdy Cousin". We only talked for a few minutes, then I hit the road for Jackson Hole. Gassing up in Idaho Falls my card was declined at the gas pump! Went inside to try and the same thing, WTF! Looked at my phone and saw a fraud alert. The frigging card had been skimmed. The second time that has happened to me on trips out west. I highly recommend not to use cards when traveling. I went straight to an ATM and loaded up with cash for the rest of the trip. Pain going in to pay for gas, but safer. Finally left Idaho Falls and was met with some spectacular scenery.
I headed East on Hwy 26 and came upon the Palisades Reservoir.
At the Alpine Junction, I turned onto Hwy 89 and followed the Snake River along the canyon to Jackson Hole.
Arriving in Jackson Hole I was surprised by all the traffic and crowds. Place was a zoo. Last time I was there was in 65' when the family was pulling a trailer with our 57 Chevy station wagon. I had always wanted to go back and see the place, especially after watching Clint Eastwood and William Smith battling it out bare knuckled in the movie, Any Which Way You Can. If you remember, they broke thru a window at a bar, spilled into the street and entered the park thru the archway built with Elk Antlers.
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Stopped at the local Visitor Center and asked where i could camp, nice lady told me that there was a nice campgound 10 miles outside of town. The Rangers there had just called and said there were campsites available. Off I went to the Gros Ventre Campground.
Not my picture, I took it from google site to give you an idea of what the campground is like. For you youngsters, the two small tall boxes to the right of the camp office are called Telephone booths, a rare site these days. I got rained on that night and had to wait a while in the morning for my tent to dry off. That was probably okay because the Teton Mountains were covered in fog that morning.
I finally left and headed for Yellowstone Park.
I'm eally enjoying your photos and ride report. I have a friend that is seriously considering the RE Himalayan. I've read that some owners have been seeing oil usage problems at extended highway speeds. What, if any problems have you had with the bike?