Pahrump <st1:state><st1lace>Nevada</st1lace></st1:state>, <st1lace>Death Valley</st1lace> and Moab Utah could we do it all in three weeks? Would we have good weather? Would we get in enough riding? Could we do the tourist thing and keep the wives happy? Do we have enough time to visit relatives and friends? With those questions in mind we set off on our journey Saturday morning March 4<sup>th</sup> from <st1lace><st1:city>Bellingham</st1:city> <st1:state>Washington</st1:state></st1lace>. Three weeks seems like a long way away so we decide to not push the daily travel and try to average 300 miles per day. We have checked the Washington and Oregon DOT cameras and make route changes even before we leave home. We will have to bounce down I-5 in the RVs rather than highway 97. <o> </o> The first night, <st1lace><st1:city>Salem</st1:city> <st1:state>Oregon</st1:state></st1lace> and everything is going good. Thats Sams rig hauling the bikes he gets the extra half ton of cargo to help slow down that big Dodge. Mrs. Furndog and I are in the fifth wheel so no bike hauling for me. <st1:city><st1lace>Redding</st1lace></st1:city> or Red Bluff will be todays destination and we make good time and our only worry is getting over the Siskiyous or so we thought. Its snowing as we clear the summit with an inch on the ground but not yet sticking to the road. On the down hill run we are advised to tune the radio to Caltrans and here this message, I-5 is closed southbound 25 miles from Yreka due to blizzard conditions and numerous accidents. We now start passing literally hundreds of semi trucks and trailers parked on I-5 and all the pull outs and off ramps. We take this as somewhat serious and elect to spent the night in the Walmart parking lot in Yreka along with every other south bound traveler. This shot from the roof of our rig as the lot begins to fill up. We hear the semis start to roll out early in the morning so we figure the road is now open. Caltrans tells us chains are required 15 miles north and 4 miles south of Dunsmuir. No problem I have chains for the pick-up but worry about trailer brakes so we wait for Walmart to open and I buy a set for the fifth wheel. CHAINS REQUIRED oh shit there is no place to pull over the chain up area is jammed packed. The road is still bare and none of the semis have chains on as they fly by me. Screw it Im not putting any on until there is some enforcement. Its bare and wet all the way down to <st1:city><st1lace>Redding</st1lace></st1:city> whats up with the requirement anyway. The farther south the better the weather and we spend the night in <st1lace><st1:city>Patterson</st1:city> <st1:state>CA</st1:state></st1lace> while Sam and Mrs. Sam soldier on to his brothers place in <st1lace><st1lacename>Pine</st1lacename> <st1lacetype>Mountain</st1lacetype> <st1lacetype>Park</st1lacetype></st1lace> so we can check that off the list. <o> </o> I dont know much about <st1:state><st1lace>California</st1lace></st1:state> but <st1lace><st1lacename>Pine</st1lacename> <st1lacetype>Mountain</st1lacetype></st1lace> looks to be pretty close to <st1:city><st1lace>L.A.</st1lace></st1:city> so what the heck is this stuff? [FONT="]Twenty four degrees and clear morning skies we are ready to get out of there and head to Parhump and unleash the bikes. But first we will have to wait for it to warm up and melt off. As it is we don't leave 11:30.[/FONT] [FONT="] [/FONT] We are booked in Terribles Lakeside RV and get in late so we call our friend Paul. Paul snowbirds down there and has a ride planned for us the next day. After all the travel we are ready to reduce the travel stress. <o> </o> Heres Paul and his trusty Serow. Its one fourth the size of our bikes and twice as fast on the trails as we would soon come to realize. He takes us out of town on <st1:street><st1:address>Wheeler Pass Road</st1:address></st1:street> then down into a canyon dry wash. Sam and Paul take a break. That dry wash takes a little getting used to as Sam soon finds out as his bike quickly takes a nap. When in doubt gas it seems to work here too. Maintaining that kind of speed is getting these old farts a little tired out. Thankfully the trail gets better as we gain elevation and the fun meter moves well into the green. We ride up to the 6700 foot level and reach snow. No sense in going up any more so we take another trail back down and come across this old corral out here in the middle of the desert. [FONT="]Back down the trail we jump back in the canyon and go downhill this time and find that the front end has become even more independent, gas it is the word of the day. [/FONT] Paul tells us he often sees wild mustangs around here and we have seen signs today and this the largest sign of all. In spite of going where my bike wants to go that fun meter is nearly pegged as the canyon begins to narrow, Pauls favorite place on the trail. The canyon walls begin to close in on us. Thats Paul watching me bang my bars on the way through the narrow cut. Now close to lunch time we exit the canyon to find these party animals still celebrating New Year 2002. Well not quite thats Mrs. Sambo, Mrs. Paul and Mrs. Furndog all smiles from a morning at the casino. Actually we called ahead and thought they might like to experience the desert first hand. We told them they would really like it and be sure to bring us something to drink. We had plenty of water still but you know what I mean. They are actually pretty good sports, driving out to meet us has taken them from their quest to pay for our vacation. Now refreshed we want hit the trail again and the girls are eager to get back to town and rack up some more credits on their players card. <o> </o> Paul says something about some charcoal kilns nearby. OK lets check it out. Nearby turns out to be 13 miles and five miles up road #601 which is really another wash even harder to negotiate that that first trail. But its a piece of history and a must see. [FONT="]Now getting late its time to head back to camp. We are not looking forward to those five miles again but do stop for this rock. [/FONT][FONT="]In no particular order here are some random shots of the days ride. [/FONT] Thats it for the days ride and we get back to camp for some adult beverages. What do Art Bell, The Chicken Ranch and a dry lake have in common? The answer on tomorrows ride.