I was pretty hesitant to even bother with this as my first ever RR because what will follow is the description of a bumbling and underwhelming vacation through our back yard. This thread existing amidst multi-year threads of international journeys that constitute entire life phases seems like a waste of time, but while it may be dwarfed by what many contributors here do on a regular basis, it represented many firsts for us. We were pioneers of our own small worlds, exploring the frontier world of motorcycle travel that we had only heard about in bed time stories. We also were doing something that I really didn't see much of a precedent for on the internet and while I now see there is probably a good reason for that, I still think it was (and continues to be) worth doing and documenting. The game is simple: travel the Oregon Trail. I could not find a route or gpx file or really any record of anyone attempting to do this (feel free to flood my inbox with links to everything I missed), so I set out to create the route myself. The goal of this trip was to verify and validate as much of the route as possible. The map and satellite data available is staggering, and, as we would come to learn, even more unreliable than I had expected. This will be an ongoing project, and this trip was just the first part. It was also our first motorcycle trip. We are experienced champion road trippers with a car, but not many of those skills translate. We didn't really know what to bring, how to pack, how to ride 8 hours a day, where to sleep, all the things that are totally different from car road trips. We also had excruciatingly limited time: 2 weeks, 16.5 days if we left after work on Friday, and at least 4 of those days would have to be wasted trucking the bikes to and from the trail. 12 days to get 2200+ miles and back? Probably not. And as if that wasn't enough, we had no one to watch the dog. We couldn't afford to pay someone to watch her for what would be the worst two weeks of her life since we have mutual separation anxiety issues, having never been apart for more than 5 days for the entire 9 years of her life. Guess we're taking the dog too! Spoiler alert: We didn't make it. So here we go. Three years after waking up from a dream and wanting a motorcycle, after spending more time recovering from a broken foot from riding off-pavement than actually riding off-pavement, and in the middle of an already overwhelming time in our lives, we head out for a half baked adventure through states we'd never seen except from the interstates and ski resorts, with a dog in tow who had no idea what she was in for, as if we had any idea ourselves. What will follow will be mildly entertaining at best, but it happened and it may prove of some value to someone someday. Therefore I'd like to commit it to the internet, for better or for worse.