This is the first time I've been in front of a computer since I left for CFR. What a ride!
1500 miles to get there. 1000 miles tearing around BC. 1500 miles home. What an experience. Thank you!
I left for Nakusp at 11:50 AM on Tuesday, June 16th. My first scheduled stop was in Jamestown, ND. I lived there in my early years (as late as kindergarten), and I had a very sentimental reason for revisiting the place.
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I remember this as being the end of the road for me as a kindergartner:
Back and forth. Back and forth. ... the sidewalk ends and it's time to turn around.
Next was the obligatory stop in Rugby, ND:
I should have thought about stopping for the night, but I still felt alert and wanted to put a few more miles on. It was the same in Minot, ND. Big mistake! I planned to stop for the night in Williston, ND. When I pulled into Williston, I had pushed it just about to my limit. I was tired, really tired. There wasn't a vacancy in a hundred mile radius! I had packed a tent and sleeping bag, but I had no idea where to pitch the tent that wouldn't get me rousted by the cops. Plus, the few times I stopped in Williston brought a cloud of mosquitoes. I figured my best option was to keep rollin'.
Soon, the sun was coming up and I started feeling a little better. Funny how a few more hundred yards of Bambi visibility can be comforting...
The promise of a bright new day was soon overshadowed by the road I was traveling. The rising sun was illuminating a dark pattern. The land on the south side of the road was a farmland and grassland, irrigated by the Missouri River. The land on the north side of the road was sagebrush. My map showed the disparity. I was riding through the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. When I got to
Brockton, Montana I was struck by the sadness of this little town. At this point, I might have still held out some hope for sleep in a hotel or motel, but that hope was short lived. A short ride through town let me know there was no shelter to be found here. Then, as I was leaving, I saw something in the cotton woods...
Something about those trees reminded me of this:
The beer cans that litter that town tell the story. Even the cotton woods weep. But, there is nothing I can do, so I roll on as the sun chases me...
I stopped for bottled water and a bag of mixed nuts in Wolf Point, MT. As I was getting ready to take off again, I smelled gasoline. Shit!
The filler neck from Coyote-GearTM and the Locking Vented Cap "Fits all Coyote-Gear Tanks and Filler Necks" didn't seal! ... Shit!
After taking all of the bags off in the convenience store parking lot and twenty trips to the men's room for soapy wet paper towels, I decide to press on...
I had considered 'baggin'-it' at Wolf Point, but I made it to Havre, MT before finally calling it a day. I found a place to sleep for $30/night. The place looked like it should have been condemned. I wish I had been quicker with the camera because just a moment before I took this shot a pickup arrived with a load of mattresses and box springs, not one of which a self-respecting homeless person would have been caught dead on. :bad:
I turned up the corners of the sheets to inspect the mattress and box springs and everything looked younger than me, so I thought "what-the-hell" and slept .
I took the west side of Going-to-the-Sun Road and took these shots:
Almost there:
A young woman had managed to Dale Earnhardt her little Chevy into the rock face. She seemed to have come out of the experience unharmed, but her car was totaled. It wasn't to be the last time I came upon such a scene. The next time I was on this road (two days later) a woman on a cruiser managed to clip a Jersey Barrier. The bike stopped, but she was tossed over into the brush and trees on the far side.
While I'm waiting for the road ahead to open, I figure I might as well attempt a "posey sniffn' " shot. This is what presented itself:
The last shot I got on the 18th (before the rain an darkness set in):
These are my actual CFR photos:
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Mike, this is the best of two really bad photos I took of the snack you called 'lunch':
(sorry. maybe Photoshop can fix it...)
And, with that... we're headed for home:
This is where the rain finally gave way to the sun:
(This is where I wish my friends at East Glacier had gotten a picture of me in my ridiculous rubber gloves and poncho as I waved 'See Ya')
The last of the water dripping off the bike while I stow the poncho and rubber gloves...
Regrets:
Damn few, but I wish I would have remembered the PacMan nuts in my tank bag. Barb, I'll have to mail yours to you. I didn't remember I had them until I looked in the tank bag in Moorhead on the way home. :dntknw:
dcarver, if those were your beers I was drinking, I owe you one too.