It was ugly as hell, Don. I didn't ride much, but a run up to Bend for tires let me gauge the visibility from the smoke. I'd say I had to get within 1/4 mile of a highway sign before it was clear enough to read at all. At points on the way home, south on 97, you couldn't see an approaching car at all, even with lights on, till it was within a mile. And the ride the day before, up through Cali, was so much worse. The sky was a deep red-orange all the way to Redding. It honest to god looked like the apocalypse. (If you saw the Seth Rogan movie "This Is The End,", the sky looked like that.)
But the rally and the spirit were great, good food Friday and Saturday (Thanks JD and Mel, and Ray for all the leg-work). Eagle-eyed friends identified a scary-bald back tire on my bike, and that led to that ride up to Bend to the Yammy dealer there. RedneckJ offered to help me (read: "do it for me") change the tire out, and Gordon/Alrider was inspired to look at his own back tire and saw it was worse than mine, so he needed one too. Ray offered the use of his shop and equipment (thank you sir) for the work, so we all took our new rubber over there where Jay and Gordon proceeded to change BOTH rear tires! Thank you guys two million! One of them also noticed bad squishy-ness on my brake pedal, so they also ended up bleeding the lines and changing out the fluid. Kind of felt a lot safer riding back, and home, with actual tread on my tires and working brakes. Good friends.
Anyway, last to leave on Sunday, as usual, and into the damn smoke. No delays getting into Cali, but the two roads--US199 and CA96--that I could have taken over to the coast from I-5 (wanted to stop by my daughter's in Eureka) were both closed by fires! And both fires were still burning unattended. No crews could yet be spared for either, or plenty of others, I'm afraid. So I didn't make the coast, and got home with red eyes and sore lungs. And a sore ass, for that matter. But it was still a pretty damn good time. Good seeing you all.