BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Hmm... Or maybe they were using her as mascot for a "Save The Sheep" rally or something.
Didn't that whole "Save The Whales" crap start out there, too??
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Didn't that whole "Save The Whales" crap start out there, too??
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BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
July 24, 2010.
Man what a great time we had last night, finally meeting a bunch of the west coast FJR folks.
I didn't want to leave.
The morning broke and pretty much matched how I felt: gray, cloudy, chilly and foggy. I was rather melancholy this morning, and the weather matched that.
Like I said, I really did not want to leave. But, I knew we had to anyway, so we went through our Routine: get ready, repack our crap, load up the bike, and head out.
The WFO folks told us that there would be a bunch of people at a restaurant for breakfast at 8:30. Well, after last night's libations, we weren't up that early, so by the time we got there, they were just heading out. It allowed us to say one last goodbye to Greg, Tyler, Carver and others.
Here's where we met 'em.
It's a neat place – all the food is served family-style. They basically take your drink order, tell you what they're serving, and they bring it out, all-you-can-eat. Mmm...
Sooze said that eating here made her feel like she was working on a ranch or something, getting ready to go out and work the ranch all day. The place had large, long tables, and people were filtering in and out. If you're around Eureka, CA, and looking for a hearty breakfast, you WANT to go here!
They have a little museum-ish area as well, displaying old farm implements.
As we were getting ready to roll, Old Michael pulled in, allowing us to say one last goodbye, and we began our journey back east.
This weather was definitely a reflection of how I felt. Melancholy.
And it wasn't very warm, either. Note the gauge below the GPS – that's the thermometer. It's reading below 50. Add in the fog, the clouds, and being on a bike, and it was rather cool. This wouldn't last, though.
As we continued inland, gradually, oh-so-gradually, the skies began to clear.
After maybe 40 or 50 miles, the skies had cleared, the temperature was rising, and we had a nice road to ride on.
Note a couple of things in this picture: first, the thermometer – it's now up in the 70's; and second, the pink ribbon on the GPS screen – that's the road we're riding on. It was entertaining!
Man what a great time we had last night, finally meeting a bunch of the west coast FJR folks.
I didn't want to leave.
The morning broke and pretty much matched how I felt: gray, cloudy, chilly and foggy. I was rather melancholy this morning, and the weather matched that.
Like I said, I really did not want to leave. But, I knew we had to anyway, so we went through our Routine: get ready, repack our crap, load up the bike, and head out.
The WFO folks told us that there would be a bunch of people at a restaurant for breakfast at 8:30. Well, after last night's libations, we weren't up that early, so by the time we got there, they were just heading out. It allowed us to say one last goodbye to Greg, Tyler, Carver and others.
Here's where we met 'em.
It's a neat place – all the food is served family-style. They basically take your drink order, tell you what they're serving, and they bring it out, all-you-can-eat. Mmm...
Sooze said that eating here made her feel like she was working on a ranch or something, getting ready to go out and work the ranch all day. The place had large, long tables, and people were filtering in and out. If you're around Eureka, CA, and looking for a hearty breakfast, you WANT to go here!
They have a little museum-ish area as well, displaying old farm implements.
As we were getting ready to roll, Old Michael pulled in, allowing us to say one last goodbye, and we began our journey back east.
This weather was definitely a reflection of how I felt. Melancholy.
And it wasn't very warm, either. Note the gauge below the GPS – that's the thermometer. It's reading below 50. Add in the fog, the clouds, and being on a bike, and it was rather cool. This wouldn't last, though.
As we continued inland, gradually, oh-so-gradually, the skies began to clear.
After maybe 40 or 50 miles, the skies had cleared, the temperature was rising, and we had a nice road to ride on.
Note a couple of things in this picture: first, the thermometer – it's now up in the 70's; and second, the pink ribbon on the GPS screen – that's the road we're riding on. It was entertaining!
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
We continued our way across northern California.
Northern California offers quite a few national forests.
And yet more changes in scenery. Remember – when we left the coast, it was cold, cloudy and foggy.
Fuel prices out here were about what I expected, and I guess there are pranksters who mess with the marque signs. Or the gas station employees aren't very bright.
Interesting looking place.
Another national forest...
I don't think the name of this place was much of a stretch.
Northern California offers quite a few national forests.
And yet more changes in scenery. Remember – when we left the coast, it was cold, cloudy and foggy.
Fuel prices out here were about what I expected, and I guess there are pranksters who mess with the marque signs. Or the gas station employees aren't very bright.
Interesting looking place.
Another national forest...
I don't think the name of this place was much of a stretch.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
At a gas stop, after gassing up the bike, we were hanging out for a stretch and having something to drink. A couple who had been eating at a Subway adjacent to the gas station came over and started chatting with us, asking where about our trip, where we had been, and where we were going.
When I told him we were headed for Reno, he asked, “Oh – are you heading through Redding?”
When I responded that, yes, we were going to ride through Redding, he responded, “Gonna be warm there – they're calling for 109 degrees there today.”
Grrreeeeaaaattttt..........
Oh, well. No choice, really, so we continued.
The temperature had risen. It was hot. Note the reading on the thermometer now – it's right about 100. Ugh.
Dang but it was tempting to pull over and jump in the water.
Dunno what a clamp function is but, uh, OK – nice to know it's on Saturday.
When we were in Eureka, at the Harley dealer Sooze found these doo-rag-ish thingamabobs that have cooling crystals or whatever in them. Figuring we were going to be riding through some heat heading back east, we each got one to wear around our necks. Plus they were only about $5 each, so what the heck.
At another of our gas stops, I was pouring bottled water over my head and down the front and back of my shirt (which rewarded me with some odd stares from people gassing up, not that I really care) and we soaked our doo-rag-ish thingamabobs and let's just say they really, truly worked!
This piece of the road coulda been fun if it weren't for the cars putzing along.
Man, oh, man but it was tempting to pull over and jump in this lake.
The Lone Palm Tree.
By the time we got to Redding, It .. Was .. Damn .. Hot. We stopped for gas and the sweat was just pouring off me. There was a group of Harleys at the gas station who were also cooling off and we got to talking with them. They were from Washington, heading back towards Seattle, and were amazed to see our Ohio license plate. We talked with them for a bit and cooled off as best we could (at 109, there really isn't any escaping the heat when you're on a bike, ya know?) and continued our way east.
When I told him we were headed for Reno, he asked, “Oh – are you heading through Redding?”
When I responded that, yes, we were going to ride through Redding, he responded, “Gonna be warm there – they're calling for 109 degrees there today.”
Grrreeeeaaaattttt..........
Oh, well. No choice, really, so we continued.
The temperature had risen. It was hot. Note the reading on the thermometer now – it's right about 100. Ugh.
Dang but it was tempting to pull over and jump in the water.
Dunno what a clamp function is but, uh, OK – nice to know it's on Saturday.
When we were in Eureka, at the Harley dealer Sooze found these doo-rag-ish thingamabobs that have cooling crystals or whatever in them. Figuring we were going to be riding through some heat heading back east, we each got one to wear around our necks. Plus they were only about $5 each, so what the heck.
At another of our gas stops, I was pouring bottled water over my head and down the front and back of my shirt (which rewarded me with some odd stares from people gassing up, not that I really care) and we soaked our doo-rag-ish thingamabobs and let's just say they really, truly worked!
This piece of the road coulda been fun if it weren't for the cars putzing along.
Man, oh, man but it was tempting to pull over and jump in this lake.
The Lone Palm Tree.
By the time we got to Redding, It .. Was .. Damn .. Hot. We stopped for gas and the sweat was just pouring off me. There was a group of Harleys at the gas station who were also cooling off and we got to talking with them. They were from Washington, heading back towards Seattle, and were amazed to see our Ohio license plate. We talked with them for a bit and cooled off as best we could (at 109, there really isn't any escaping the heat when you're on a bike, ya know?) and continued our way east.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
In the distance, through the trees, we caught glimpses of Mt. Shasta, but we never seemed to see it long enough so that Sooze could get a good picture of it. This isn't it, but gives you an idea of how we saw it through the trees.
Another national forest, and road construction. My favorite – road construction! Hopefully my buddy, the Pride of Pennsylvania, is not around.
Lots to see in the area, more than we had time to see.
Only 136 more miles to go. And we get to ride through Susanville! Heck – Sooze didn't even know there WAS a town named after her!
Whoa – where'd the trees go??
Holy crap it was hot...
Yep – we're definitely in ranching country.
At a gas, water & stretch stop, Sooze got another, uh, interesting picture in the ladies room.
Another national forest, and road construction. My favorite – road construction! Hopefully my buddy, the Pride of Pennsylvania, is not around.
Lots to see in the area, more than we had time to see.
Only 136 more miles to go. And we get to ride through Susanville! Heck – Sooze didn't even know there WAS a town named after her!
Whoa – where'd the trees go??
Holy crap it was hot...
Yep – we're definitely in ranching country.
At a gas, water & stretch stop, Sooze got another, uh, interesting picture in the ladies room.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
These jokers were following along with us on our way to Reno.
The clouds cast what I think are cool shadows on the ridges in the distance.
In case you couldn't tell, the scenery had changed yet again.
Hmm... Dem be lookin' like rain clouds, ya know?
Once in the vicinity of Reno, it was definitely looking like we were going to get wet.
A little rain woulda been nice, but we made it to the hotel without getting wet. After making it to our hotel (which was somewhat of an adventure – the area was so new, the GPS didn't have the road in its map, but we made it OK), we checked in, unloaded the bike, and chilled for a bit (literally!) in the air conditioning. I made a couple of calls and watched as the rain hit – we missed it by maybe 10 minutes.
After cooling down, we decided to walk a little ways to a shopping area in search of a place to grab some grub. We found a little Oriental place and had some yummy grub, and a nice, big, cold Fat Tire.
I had Szechuan chicken.
Sooze had sesame chicken.
There was only one waiter working the place and, while the place wasn't very big, the place filled up so every table was full, he was working his ass off, and he gave us our drinks on the house due to the slow service. I gave him a nice tip.
On our walk back to the hotel, the rain clouds which were moving through combined with the setting sun to give us a nice good-night picture.
Miles ridden today: 370, in temperatures ranging from the upper-40's to damn near 110. And that concludes our first day heading back east. What a day.
The clouds cast what I think are cool shadows on the ridges in the distance.
In case you couldn't tell, the scenery had changed yet again.
Hmm... Dem be lookin' like rain clouds, ya know?
Once in the vicinity of Reno, it was definitely looking like we were going to get wet.
A little rain woulda been nice, but we made it to the hotel without getting wet. After making it to our hotel (which was somewhat of an adventure – the area was so new, the GPS didn't have the road in its map, but we made it OK), we checked in, unloaded the bike, and chilled for a bit (literally!) in the air conditioning. I made a couple of calls and watched as the rain hit – we missed it by maybe 10 minutes.
After cooling down, we decided to walk a little ways to a shopping area in search of a place to grab some grub. We found a little Oriental place and had some yummy grub, and a nice, big, cold Fat Tire.
I had Szechuan chicken.
Sooze had sesame chicken.
There was only one waiter working the place and, while the place wasn't very big, the place filled up so every table was full, he was working his ass off, and he gave us our drinks on the house due to the slow service. I gave him a nice tip.
On our walk back to the hotel, the rain clouds which were moving through combined with the setting sun to give us a nice good-night picture.
Miles ridden today: 370, in temperatures ranging from the upper-40's to damn near 110. And that concludes our first day heading back east. What a day.
gregory
Great things are afoot
Andy,
Nice to see such a great write of me back yard, even if it is over 100 effing degrees!
Gregory
Nice to see such a great write of me back yard, even if it is over 100 effing degrees!
Gregory
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
July 25, 2010
Making Miles
Today will take us across the great expanse of NOTHING that is northern Nevada.
The morning broke cool-ish and overcast, looking like it could rain at any moment.
After our Morning Routine of getting up, cleaning up, eating up (gimme a break – I'm on a roll here), packing up, loading up, and gassing up, we hit the road heading east.
As we headed east, we got out from the clouds that bid us farewell from Reno, and we had another warm day on the road.
We sure as hell weren't in the California redwoods any longer, ya know?
If you need to make some miles, this is the way to do it. If you want to have a scenic ride, this isn't the way to do it.
The views were pretty much desert scrub with the occasional hunk 'O rock just to keep things from getting TOO boring.
Every now and then, there were also some ridges in the distance.
A gas stop. In the middle of nowhere. I kind of had a laugh here – there was a truck with a couple of late-20-something fellas who were going somewhere to do something, and they needed ice. 9 bags of it. Guess they had a crap-load of beer to keep cold.
I wish I had some good narrative for this, but I don't. It was just a day to make some miles.
Which, when you're on a cross-country motorcycle trip, sometimes that's what ya just have to do – make some miles.
Making Miles
Today will take us across the great expanse of NOTHING that is northern Nevada.
The morning broke cool-ish and overcast, looking like it could rain at any moment.
After our Morning Routine of getting up, cleaning up, eating up (gimme a break – I'm on a roll here), packing up, loading up, and gassing up, we hit the road heading east.
As we headed east, we got out from the clouds that bid us farewell from Reno, and we had another warm day on the road.
We sure as hell weren't in the California redwoods any longer, ya know?
If you need to make some miles, this is the way to do it. If you want to have a scenic ride, this isn't the way to do it.
The views were pretty much desert scrub with the occasional hunk 'O rock just to keep things from getting TOO boring.
Every now and then, there were also some ridges in the distance.
A gas stop. In the middle of nowhere. I kind of had a laugh here – there was a truck with a couple of late-20-something fellas who were going somewhere to do something, and they needed ice. 9 bags of it. Guess they had a crap-load of beer to keep cold.
I wish I had some good narrative for this, but I don't. It was just a day to make some miles.
Which, when you're on a cross-country motorcycle trip, sometimes that's what ya just have to do – make some miles.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
While it was kind of a boring ride, I do have an appreciation of this scenery. We don't have this desert scrub at home.
I love this kind of stuff – 2 tunnels for the motorized traffic, and 2 tunnels for rail traffic.
Heading in...
I'm glad the lights weren't flashing. That woulda sucked.
A tunnel AND a bridge, all in the same picture.
I love this kind of stuff – 2 tunnels for the motorized traffic, and 2 tunnels for rail traffic.
Heading in...
I'm glad the lights weren't flashing. That woulda sucked.
A tunnel AND a bridge, all in the same picture.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
I guess if ya have to put some piles of pipe somewhere, ya may as well put it in the middle of nowhere, Nevada.
Being a geek and all, I saw this sign and almost wrecked. I thought it said, “Death Starr Valley.”
Kinda looks like the road just goes away here, you know? (It didn't, by the way.)
This was a source of cheap entertainment for me. Heck – who says that a BMW 3-series doesn't make a good moving van...
We did get out of the prairie land but the terrain was definitely still quite rugged.
Being a geek and all, I saw this sign and almost wrecked. I thought it said, “Death Starr Valley.”
Kinda looks like the road just goes away here, you know? (It didn't, by the way.)
This was a source of cheap entertainment for me. Heck – who says that a BMW 3-series doesn't make a good moving van...
We did get out of the prairie land but the terrain was definitely still quite rugged.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Continuing east...
You may recall early in this trip I was all f'd up due to the time changes. We had spent about the last week on Pacific time and I was kinda dreading the time changes coming back east. I guess I'm weird or something, because the time changes coming back east didn't really effect me like they did heading west. Go figure.
Se, lessee here... Nevada was state number 12 for the trip, so that makes Utah state number 13! WOO-HOO!!
I guess this is the 'official' sign.
And this is the touristy sign.
Didn't we see this already back in Nevada?
This scenery was a tad different.
If it hadn't a been holy-crap-hot, we woulda checked it out.
Someone help me out here. I have no idea what this thing was, but it stuck out like a Harley at an FJR owners rally. There were people pulled over taking pictures of themselves with it – is it just a microwave relay tower? Fallen Russian satellite? Space Lab? An old pair of Rush Limbaugh's tighty-whities (which would explain the fence keeping people from getting too close)? I got nothin' here.
You may recall early in this trip I was all f'd up due to the time changes. We had spent about the last week on Pacific time and I was kinda dreading the time changes coming back east. I guess I'm weird or something, because the time changes coming back east didn't really effect me like they did heading west. Go figure.
Se, lessee here... Nevada was state number 12 for the trip, so that makes Utah state number 13! WOO-HOO!!
I guess this is the 'official' sign.
And this is the touristy sign.
Didn't we see this already back in Nevada?
This scenery was a tad different.
If it hadn't a been holy-crap-hot, we woulda checked it out.
Someone help me out here. I have no idea what this thing was, but it stuck out like a Harley at an FJR owners rally. There were people pulled over taking pictures of themselves with it – is it just a microwave relay tower? Fallen Russian satellite? Space Lab? An old pair of Rush Limbaugh's tighty-whities (which would explain the fence keeping people from getting too close)? I got nothin' here.
gregory
Great things are afoot
Good to see ya finishing up the RR Andy!
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Thanks, man!
Still got a few more pics to share, but we're down to the final 1/3 of the ride to report.
And happy Aloha Tuesday! (For you still, anyway...)
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BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
We continued east-ish...
At this gas-stop we got to chit-chatting with a couple on a cruiser. We got the usual “I don't know HOW you can ride in that gear in this HEAT!” My reply, “I'd rather sweat than bleed.” Which garnered the usual blank stare, 2 quick blinks, and, “Uh, oh. OK.” I think my gear makes my ass look droopy.
A building that's probably seen better days. Kinda reminds me of riding Route 66 last year.
Dunno how deep this water is, but there were no guard rails or any other devices to keep you from running right into the water.
Luckily we never had to find out how deep the water was.
As we neared Salt Lake City, we spied this. Kinda phallic, don't ya think?
One thing I noticed that I wasn't expecting was the smell of Salt Lake. The lake, not the city. Ya know how sometimes when you're close to an inland lake you can get 'that' smell? I smelled it, and quite frankly it kinda reeked.
We made our way through the downtown area of Salt Lake City.
And found our hotel.
Damn it was warm!
Now here's a fun exercise: try to find a place to buy beer at 6:00 on a Sunday evening in Salt Lake City. Lemme just say that I had to go back 2 exits to get some beer. Very low ABV beer, at that. One of the beers that I passed up and wish I wouldn't have was called Polygamy Porter. (Really – I can't make this up! Google it.) Instead, I got (from the same brewery – called Wasatch Beers / Schirf Brewing Company) the Evolution Amber Ale. Check it out.
I hate to disappoint y'ouns'all, but no food porn tonight. We walked to a little taco stand close to the hotel for dinner, and it wasn't really a food-porn-worthy meal, so deal with it, mm-kay? There will be more food-porn-worthy-meals to come. Promise.
This day we rode 550 rather warm miles across the majestic nothing that is northern Nevada.
At this gas-stop we got to chit-chatting with a couple on a cruiser. We got the usual “I don't know HOW you can ride in that gear in this HEAT!” My reply, “I'd rather sweat than bleed.” Which garnered the usual blank stare, 2 quick blinks, and, “Uh, oh. OK.” I think my gear makes my ass look droopy.
A building that's probably seen better days. Kinda reminds me of riding Route 66 last year.
Dunno how deep this water is, but there were no guard rails or any other devices to keep you from running right into the water.
Luckily we never had to find out how deep the water was.
As we neared Salt Lake City, we spied this. Kinda phallic, don't ya think?
One thing I noticed that I wasn't expecting was the smell of Salt Lake. The lake, not the city. Ya know how sometimes when you're close to an inland lake you can get 'that' smell? I smelled it, and quite frankly it kinda reeked.
We made our way through the downtown area of Salt Lake City.
And found our hotel.
Damn it was warm!
Now here's a fun exercise: try to find a place to buy beer at 6:00 on a Sunday evening in Salt Lake City. Lemme just say that I had to go back 2 exits to get some beer. Very low ABV beer, at that. One of the beers that I passed up and wish I wouldn't have was called Polygamy Porter. (Really – I can't make this up! Google it.) Instead, I got (from the same brewery – called Wasatch Beers / Schirf Brewing Company) the Evolution Amber Ale. Check it out.
I hate to disappoint y'ouns'all, but no food porn tonight. We walked to a little taco stand close to the hotel for dinner, and it wasn't really a food-porn-worthy meal, so deal with it, mm-kay? There will be more food-porn-worthy-meals to come. Promise.
This day we rode 550 rather warm miles across the majestic nothing that is northern Nevada.
Niehart
Pie Smuggler
Like this RR and your eye for strange things. Not just Old Micheal but other strange things...
gregory
Great things are afoot
Andy,
I had some Polygamy Porter in the southern Utah town of Virgin!
I do believe this is what your talking about
Love the tag line of "why have just one!"
Greg
I had some Polygamy Porter in the southern Utah town of Virgin!
I do believe this is what your talking about
Love the tag line of "why have just one!"
Greg
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
July 26, 2010
Our original plan at this point was to head over to Denver and visit an old friend of mine. For a couple of reasons, this didn't happen.
Why, you ask? Well, first of all, even though I'd tried to contact my friend in Denver, I hadn't heard back from him, so I wasn't sure they were around. Second of all, we were looking at another 500+ mile day, we'd be hitting Denver during evening rush hour, and the weather was predicting temperatures in the mid-90's. Plus, we would then be looking at 400+ miles the following day.
So, add all those factors up, and we decided to make this day a bit shorter, and set us up for a nice light ride the following day.
So we went through our Morning Routine and headed out of Salt Lake City and headed for Casper, Wyoming.
The bit of rain the night before had moved out and we were greeted by clear skies.
Not bad scenery for taking the slab, except for the crappy-looking bridge.
I love the geological features in this part of the country.
And we crossed into Wyoming, state number 14 for the trip!
Ironically enough, not long after crossing into Wyoming, my phone rang – and it was my buddy in Denver! At our next stop I gave him a return call, and Sooze snapped this pic of some wildflowers.
Our original plan at this point was to head over to Denver and visit an old friend of mine. For a couple of reasons, this didn't happen.
Why, you ask? Well, first of all, even though I'd tried to contact my friend in Denver, I hadn't heard back from him, so I wasn't sure they were around. Second of all, we were looking at another 500+ mile day, we'd be hitting Denver during evening rush hour, and the weather was predicting temperatures in the mid-90's. Plus, we would then be looking at 400+ miles the following day.
So, add all those factors up, and we decided to make this day a bit shorter, and set us up for a nice light ride the following day.
So we went through our Morning Routine and headed out of Salt Lake City and headed for Casper, Wyoming.
The bit of rain the night before had moved out and we were greeted by clear skies.
Not bad scenery for taking the slab, except for the crappy-looking bridge.
I love the geological features in this part of the country.
And we crossed into Wyoming, state number 14 for the trip!
Ironically enough, not long after crossing into Wyoming, my phone rang – and it was my buddy in Denver! At our next stop I gave him a return call, and Sooze snapped this pic of some wildflowers.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
There sure are a lot of wind farms out here.
The semi gives a sense of scale to the size of this bluff or whatever it's called.
I love this stuff – I think it's kind of a mini-Devil's Tower.
'Nother tunnel coming up!
Heading in...
On the other side.
The semi gives a sense of scale to the size of this bluff or whatever it's called.
I love this stuff – I think it's kind of a mini-Devil's Tower.
'Nother tunnel coming up!
Heading in...
On the other side.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Help me out here... See the wooden slat-looking things? What're those for? My theory is they are to keep snow from drifting over the highway.
Stopped in this little town for fuel and we had to get a picture of the name of the town for a friend of ours.
While rehydrating after gassing up, we had an interesting chat with an interesting local. We talked about our trip, the bike, the stuff we'd seen so far on the trip, our gear. The usual.
A cool small-town church.
More cool views.
We were off the slab heading towards Casper, and these people live out here. There is NOTHING close by. I guess I'm just spoiled by my proximity at home to most anything I would want. Except for fun motorcycle roads and scenic views.
For a friend of ours who has a dog named Lamont.
Stopped in this little town for fuel and we had to get a picture of the name of the town for a friend of ours.
While rehydrating after gassing up, we had an interesting chat with an interesting local. We talked about our trip, the bike, the stuff we'd seen so far on the trip, our gear. The usual.
A cool small-town church.
More cool views.
We were off the slab heading towards Casper, and these people live out here. There is NOTHING close by. I guess I'm just spoiled by my proximity at home to most anything I would want. Except for fun motorcycle roads and scenic views.
For a friend of ours who has a dog named Lamont.
BikerGeek99
Yeah, it's a concrete corn cob. So?
Moseying along through Wyoming....
One encounter we had in Wyoming...
Road construction. Specifically, re-surfacing. Specifically-er, tar and chip. I really hate that crap, especially when it's fresh. The chip they had put down was still loose, but that didn't bother me beyond the fact that that crap would kick up and fly up by my face! Not to mention the crap kicked up by the car in front of us. Who the hell thinks this stuff is a good idea, anyway?
Best thing to do was just sit back and allow space between us and the car in front of us. Luckily the guy behind us lagged even further behind, so we didn't have any close traffic in front or behind.
But, heads up if you're riding off the beaten path in Wyoming: you stand a decent chance of hitting sections where the Powers That Be are resurfacing with that crap. And, chances are, there isn't another road within 75 miles for you to detour on to avoid it.
It was another warm day. I wouldn't have minded taking a detour to this lake and going for a swim.
I love the varying colors in the landscapes: the rose hues fading to the nuetral-rocky-ish colors with the greens of the foliage tossed in for good measure.
One encounter we had in Wyoming...
Road construction. Specifically, re-surfacing. Specifically-er, tar and chip. I really hate that crap, especially when it's fresh. The chip they had put down was still loose, but that didn't bother me beyond the fact that that crap would kick up and fly up by my face! Not to mention the crap kicked up by the car in front of us. Who the hell thinks this stuff is a good idea, anyway?
Best thing to do was just sit back and allow space between us and the car in front of us. Luckily the guy behind us lagged even further behind, so we didn't have any close traffic in front or behind.
But, heads up if you're riding off the beaten path in Wyoming: you stand a decent chance of hitting sections where the Powers That Be are resurfacing with that crap. And, chances are, there isn't another road within 75 miles for you to detour on to avoid it.
It was another warm day. I wouldn't have minded taking a detour to this lake and going for a swim.
I love the varying colors in the landscapes: the rose hues fading to the nuetral-rocky-ish colors with the greens of the foliage tossed in for good measure.
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