ADVrider

Go Back   ADVrider > Riding > Ride reports
User Name
Password
Register Inmates Photos Site Rules Search Today's Posts Mark Forums Read

Reply
 
Thread Tools Search this Thread Display Modes
Old 07-16-2011, 04:58 PM   #31
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Day1, hitting the road

I should really change my login ID from 243Win to something more like "LateStart". I didn't get out Monday the 11th as planned, I got to dinking with the bike and pretty soon it was afternoon and muggy as Hell and I just couldn't bring myself to get in the bike gear and only make a handful of miles. Just didn't seem worth the effort.

So, I left on the 12th instead.

Late.

Like I said, "LateStart". I left Port Orchard around noon and headed to Tacoma and hit the REI for a National Parks pass. From there I checked the live weather maps from the iPhone and no matter which direction I went, it looked like rain. Knowing the forecast for the North Cascades and all points in the north of Washington and Idaho was for thunderstorms I decided to head in a more southernly direction.

I blew on down I-5 to Lacey past the former place of employment and down 7 to HWY12 intending to ride around Mt. Rainer on the way out. I stopped in Morton for gas and watched a cattle truck drive by. I didn't give it much thought.

What I discovered is that cattle don't suffer from road trip constipation like so many folk do. The roads around Mt. Rainier are in relatively poor condition with a lot of frost heaves grabbing at the front tire. To add to this, were "cow-slicks" everywhere. Pick a line around a corner and then make a midcorner course change to avoid cow crap spread thin and slick along the road.

For once, road maintenance was a welcome sight. In the stopped traffic I was able to sneak past the cattle truck and pulled up near a BMW with Conn. plates. The fellow had been on the road for almost a month, having come across the continent via Canada and headed home through the states. But for the Conn. plate I'm not sure I'd have believed him as his tan Darien 'Stich was spotless. He was talking to some folks standing around ( a lot of folks were out of their cars milling around as the wait was up to 45 minutes) discussing route options. We ended up talking him into riding north once he got to Yakima and head back over the North Cascades and east again over HWY2 to Leavenworth in a sort of figure eight route.

Once moving again, I got to watch him ride until we parted ways at the junction to either ride to Yakima or head back up to Naches. He turned right, I turned left intending to camp up near Cliffdell/Kaner Flat.

And that is just where I ended up at the aptly named Little Naches campground on the Little Naches River. Right on the river as a matter a fact. Lots of white-noise to help me sleep. And cover the sounds of anything that wanders through camp at night.



At the moment (7/16) I'm sitting in a Starbuck's in Sun Valley next to a couple of well-to-do retired couples discussing obvious topics such as "That smoking, you know that smoking, that will give ya lung cancer." And "You know, I had the chance to buy Apple stock way back when, you know when it was like five bucks a share" and other "no-shit" subjects. Oh, they have moved on to deeper subjects now. The Casey Anthony trial. God help me,... Why did I leave my earphones in camp,...
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go

243Win screwed with this post 07-16-2011 at 06:27 PM
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-16-2011, 05:05 PM   #32
Jamie Z
Beastly Adventurer
 
Jamie Z's Avatar
 
Joined: Oct 2006
Location: almost Memphis
Oddometer: 7,659
Sounds good so far. Late starts are fine. They call that a Voyageur start.

$5 coffee isn't going to let your $1000 go far.

Jamie
__________________
I'm the Tent Space Guy Sign up to host fellow travelers here.

Budget Travel the Jamie Z Way
Jamie Z is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-16-2011, 05:55 PM   #33
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Quote:
Originally Posted by Jamie Z View Post
Sounds good so far. Late starts are fine. They call that a Voyageur start.

$5 coffee isn't going to let your $1000 go far.

Jamie
Essentially skipping breakfast and lunch is extending the budget somewhat. I need to loose weight anyhow. My jacket I got before I left was "porn-large", er I mean XXX-Large.

When I bought the jacket, the helpful lady attending to me was kind enough to point out Joe Rocket runs small. Now that is customer service. Reminds me of when I worked in menswear at Sears during college and a woman came in with her son looking for pants.

"Hi, looking for pants and you can see he's a little pudgy."

"Yes maam, certainly. But here at Sears, your son is what we call a Husky Boy."

You could see the kid brighten up just a little.
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-16-2011, 06:18 PM   #34
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Day 2, Into Oregon or back where we came from

Get up, slept relatively well. Start packing up camp. Now my tent is low tech, walmart, but the rest of my gear is all REI (spendy) and packs up tiny and stuff.

The problem is ya gotta pack it up all tiny and stuff. And that takes time. Yeah, camp is comfy and all, but it is a pain in the ass every time I need to set it up and pack it back up. Should start to develop "PopEye" arms from all the squeezing and stuffing to get all the cute crap back into its very own stuff sack.

On the road, down to Yakima and then turn south on 97 and head to Oregon. To get there I have to go through the wind farms. If you read my other ride report from last year, the wind handed me my ass in Nevada while riding my DR650 overloaded with luggage. The SV650 is a different animal. wind affects it very little, it just knifes right through it. I get buffetted a little, but staying loose on the bars and knees tight to the tank keeps me easily on course with little drama, unlike last year.

I stopped to check out the windmills in the windfarm. Had to pee anyhow.


These are huge, unless you've seen them, you can't imagine. Don't try and tell me "Oh yes those are big." unless you've been there. The nose cone on the prop looks to be about 11 or so feet in diameter as I saw one on a truck later in the day.

Droppping down into Maryhill I stop at the Stonehenge monument to fallen WWI soldiers from the area. I see a couple of other bikes there, but no one is talking and it just doesn't seem like an appropriate place for "happy-chat" anyhow.





I took a pic of the youngest soldier's plaque that is posted on the monument as that seemed the most telling. Note it was just recently the last American veteran of The Great War passed away,... I have to wonder if his last name "Lindlelad" doesn't actually translate into "Little Lad". If so, that that would just be too ironic.



From here one can see the Columbia River.



From there it is up and into endless wheat fields. And I finally stop in Shaniko for something to eat and get a pic of the Shaniko Hotel. Peaking in the windows it looks really cool inside. As I grab a sandwich at a small cafe, I speak with a gentlemen that apparently owns it, but his wife operates it. He is parked in front as a greeter, breathing from an oxygen tank. He sees me in my riding gear and tells me "We have some of the best riding in all of the country right here." He certainly is right, the ride from Shaniko to Antelope is pretty cool. It would be even better if I wasn't loaded with gear traveling solo. I won't push it.



The end of the day is at the Ochocco Resevoir just outside of Prineville, Oregon. I've got a lot of memories of this place. I was born here. My paternal Grandmother was the delivery nurse and I was her first grandchild. All my grandparents were here and I'd come down frequently to visit. They are all gone now, it is a different place.

__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go

243Win screwed with this post 07-16-2011 at 06:24 PM
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-16-2011, 10:00 PM   #35
tim007
Banned
 
tim007's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2010
Location: portland///vancouver
Oddometer: 470
great ride report so far .. subscribed.. wish i saw this earlier as i would have loved to tag along .. there is nothing better than to just put the tent and sleeping bag on one of the bikes and disaper i to am unemployed have been for 2 years so i know exactlyt what you mean by the lady being the financial rock/ guru
tim007 is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 08:57 AM   #36
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Day 3, Time to move on, never come back.

The night before I ran back into Prineville for supplies, ice and such and while in the grocery store, some shithead stole the cooler off the back of my bike. Showing that yes, indeed, the town is not the town I remember visiting as a kid.

After packing up camp, I head back into town for a cup of coffee and an egg mcmuffin from McDonalds before hitting the road (the one time this trip I've eaten breakfast). I order and some kids come in after me. I'm waiting for my order near the counter and the kids order, note one of them has the classic "flat-biller" look to him. The counter staff asks him what he wants.

"Yo, I have two jalapeno McChickens, yo."

The woman behind the counter looks at him like the complete idiot he seems to be and informs him it's breakfast.

"Yo", it is like 9:30, is it really your first time to McDonalds?

The rest of the kids look like the typical small town folk, the kind that will grow up to work much harder to make a living than most given the nature of small town economies. The flat-biller looks like he watches too much TV.

Come on dude, you're in Prineville. Wake up and smell the Juniper.

I cruise through town and check out where my grandparents used to live and the places I would play as a kid. This was a mistake, more on that tomorrow.

I recall when I was about 7 or 8, walking up to what was "Bob's Market" very near to the still remaining "Tasty Treat" drive-in. I wander in to return all my Grandma's bottles and cans for deposit to buy candy. I walk up to the counter and the little old lady behind the counter leans over and looks down at me and says "You're a Gittings' boy aren't ya? Don't want no trouble in here!"

Blew my little mind away that some stranger could finger just who I was! Apparently, my father and uncles had a reputation that preceeded me.

Off and on down 26, out to Mitchel and John Day. I see the turn offs to Fossil and I know there is good riding out there, but not on a loaded bike. We'll come back another day to that ride. It isn't too far from home.

I've developed a habit when passing through small towns to stop at the parks. All of them are on the main drag and all have shade and a restroom. Makes a convenient break.

This is Dayville along the way.


You can see a cherry tree in the background and an older gentleman was acting kinda silly as I pulled up, jumping around the tree, playing at getting the cherries. I hollered at him "You'll have to do it like you did as a kid, climb that tree!"

He laughs and then proceeds on his way.

Now, some would think that riding around the country on a motorcycle is an undertaking of some merit. Naw, them folks I keep seeing riding a fully loaded bicycle up every pass deserve that accolade. I haven't any pictures, but you've all seen these extremely fit folk grinding away up some 7% grade.

Approaching Hells Canyon, I come up behind a gentleman riding a DR650. His license plate is from BC. I like to watch other folks ride and poking along behind him slows me down and I'm burning less gas. I can see him wiggling to peak back at me via his stock mirrors and I'm careful to hold back to not seem to be pushing him. He is already riding really poor lines and wandering across the double yellow all the time.

Road construction stops us again and I pull up to talk to him. He is a little older than myself. But for a windshield and skidplate his bike is stock right down to the Trailwings. A tire I find actually just fine for mild gravel and road riding. Cheap too. I ask him if he rode down through Eastern Washington and if so, how did he like the windfarms?

"Thought I was gonna die in there a time or two."

He attributes it to his windshield and I think the same regarding my bike, since our experiences on a DR650 in the wind seem to be similar. IE, crap your pants sort of riding.

He says to go first, but I decline, I don't mind watching another DR650 run down the road. Off we go and after quite awhile he finds a dirt road to turn off very near Hells Canyon and in the process very nearly runs in front of a truck as he turned left. The whole time I watched him, he didn't really seem to be paying attention to where he was going, drifitng all about.

I finally get towards the canyon and stop into a little store to ask about camping up ahead. There is a campground with showers just a couple of miles up ahead. It's crowded, but fine, it's been almost 300 miles on the road today. It will do. It is right on the river.



Since I was technically in an RV spot, the rules stated I was to place my tent on the blacktop. And that actually worked out well since it got a little cool that night and the heat radiating up from the asphalt was pretty nice.

Has a decent view.


A couple of sites up is a Union Gospel Mission Men's Camp out of Portland. They look to be having a grand time. Turns out it is a four, count'm, four year inhouse rehab program. Seems a heck of a long time. Anyhow, after they have dinner it is sermon time. Now if anyone was shouting in a campground for that long, the camp host would be there pronto. But the minister can shout all he wants. I'm sitting with my back to them drinking my beer, putting the empties on the picnic table next to me.
The minister, seriously, is making references to drinking and motorcycles in his sermon. Ad libbing of course, but who the heck do we think he was talking about? FIne, I'll seeya and raise ya, I mix a tall gin & tonic

Right at dark three guys roll in on cruisers and park across from me. Two immediately hit the showers. I offer up the rest of a bag of ice I have to the remaining rider. Later I get to talking to them. Turns out they are on the last night of a twelve day ride that started in Boise and had them running up to Banff and back down. Sounds like a must do ride.

It's dark, not much else going on, time to crash I guess.

Note: it is Sunday and I'm still in Ketchum and back using the wifi at the Starbucks surrounded again by deep thinkers and conversationalists. Guy next to me is speaking about the five men that in the fifties that shaped the post-war world in the '50s. One of them he lists is Franklin Roosevelt. I hope this guy isn't a revisionist history teacher. Forgot my earbuds in camp again,... That is a painful mistake.
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go

243Win screwed with this post 07-17-2011 at 09:14 AM
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 09:12 AM   #37
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Day 4, it's a small world

Up in the morning, a little late as I'm now on mountain time, an hour earlier than I'm used too and I am anything but an earlier riser. A serious disadvantage to road trips where it is best to be up early and finding a camp around five or so, rather than the much later time I tend to, with limited options as well. As today will demonstrate.

71 out of Hells Canyon is a little bit of Hell itself, 28 miles of the freshest, loveliest chip seal you've ever had to behold. Lots of extra gravel and none of it packed down. So a speed limit run it is. If the corner said 20 MPH, that is just what I did, the bike was fairly squirrely on my road tires. Here my DR650 would have been a far superior ride.

I stop in Cambridge for a cup of iced coffee at a little espresso stand and got to talking with the barista/owner of the little stand. It had inside seating and the air conditioning was mighty nice. I told her where I was from and generally where I was going. She perked up when I mention I was from Port Orchard. I told her I'd ridden past my Grandma's house in Prineville. She immediately told me to never, ever do that, it is the worst feeling.

Too late, I did it and she was completely right. I'll not be back.

She mentioned she was originally from Sequim, Washington. Dimly I remembered something.

"Did you graduate in Sequim?"
"Yes."
"Did you happen to know any of the Livingstons'?"
"Ohmigod, yes! How do you know them!"

A member of that family had lived with my family for a while and I'd met some of her nephews and nieces, the same kids this barista knew from her childhood.

On up the road, the next surprise on the road was riding into McCall. It was like I'd just ridden into South Lake Tahoe. After all these little tiny towns of hard working woodsman driving well worn trucks of all descriptions, I'm thrust into this high end burg of vacationing folks. It looked like a pretty place. Traffic was sort of nutz tho'.



From then on down to Boise along 55. Going the opposite way (north) was an incredible convoy of nothing but trucks towing camp trailers and boats, it seemed like all of Boise was going camping today. Truly non-stop.

And at that point since it was a Friday I should have taken a clue and grabbed a decent campsite early. Being the simple fool I pushed on to Lucky Peak State Park just on the other side of Boise up 21. Well go figure when I got there about 8PM all the campsites, about ten of them as I could see we taken. Of course they were. So I push on up 21 hoping to find a site.

No luck, every camp was several miles of dirt back in the woods I just wasn't going to hazard on my SV.

So I pulled into Idaho City, a bustling burg of maybe 300 folks and had to take shelter at a little five room hotel. Now that shot a hole in my budget to the tune of $75 for one night. It was a good thing in the long run as a serious thunderstorm was following me all the way up 21 and it hit with a vengence that night.



In the morning before heading out I asked the hostess about the history of the place.

Apparently it was a boarding house for loggers from 1929 up until sometime in the 70's when it was converted to the hotel. The woman that ran the boarding house would cook breakfast and dinners for the loggers and run up sack lunches during the day. No mean feat I'd imagine given what a logger can eat.

This reminds me of my Grandma Bessie talking one day about how kids these days didn't know hard work. She spoke of being 14 (this would be well before WWII) and working on a ranch in central Oregon. "To feed the ranch hands I had to have (I forget the numer of pies, but it was a large number) by lunch and I did it on a wood fired stove and that was after helping cook breakfast at the crack of dawn for all those ranch hands."

Take note flat-billers.

Actually it is a nice little place and a welcome stop with the impending weather.

Her husband had an XT225 parked in the driveway and we spoke some that night about bikes in general.
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 11:06 AM   #38
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Day five, Jamie Z is gonna be disappointed in me

I'm going to have to admit, up to this point I've been somewhat lax in taking pictures, but honestly there hasn't been a lot to take a pic of and for the previous several days I've still been in a bit of a funk and riding, pushing myself to escape. Today is better, I'm feeling like the trip has started even though I'm well into the ride covering near 300 miles a day for the last three days. Oh and my butt is feeling it.

The seat on the SV is a torture device. The sheepskin helps, but I'm still getting a pretty serious burn. Finally I root cause it to my UnderArmor skivvies. These things have chainsaw like seams that run across my cheeks. The solution?

Go commando. Oh yeah, I'm feeling a lot better already. Too much information? No, that is a practical riding tip there folks. You don't learn this overnight you know.

Well, up and start loading the bike. From the hotel I can see the mini-mart and gas station in town and I see a group of bikes led by a trike. Several cruisers and a couple of sportbikes are in the mix. I can hear from a couple of blocks away the gravelly screech of a woman in the group telling another "You ride like an old woman!"

Back up to the room for the last of the gear and while loading it, they are still at the gas station.Back up to the room, get my riding gear on and BS with the hostess for a bit and I'm on the road. I hit the station for gas myself and head out up 21 towards Lowman.

The cruiser group has an easy twenty minute head start on me.The ride up 21 to Lowman is great, a really nice ride up and over a pass through the trees. I'm taking it relatively easy with 15-20 MPH over the speed limit, but nowhere near pushing it at all. I also note, just right out of town are a host of available camping spots I could have had the night before if I'd have simply ridden for another mile or two. Of course, I'd had gotten to enjoy the evening in the hellish thunderstorm as well.

I catch up with that pack of bikes in no time.

Now they looked like a group of bikes, but they rode like they were all driving 40+ foot Class C motorhomes towing their economy cars. Well, the motorhomes might have been faster, I do a dis-service to RV pilots everywhere, please forgive me.

Good Gawd, nothing but brake lights all the way through every corner, never once rising above the speed limit and rarely even approaching it. People, most of you are riding large cruisers, use the torque and engine braking on those bikes! Nope, they light up my path with christmas tree like brake lights all the way. Now I'm generally just fine with riding behind others to slow me down and conserve fuel, but I'm riding with one hand on my hip, bored as Hell and I spot a turn out and pull off. It's too nice a road to waste following a pack-mule string.

Moments later from the opposite direction a white DL650 pulls in, flips his visor up and points at a car that has been on his butt for the last several miles. He is from Montana headed to a Vstrom gathering in Boise on his first long ride. We get to BS'ing about bikes and such, I mentioned I'd looked at a HD XR1200R recently with the thinking a man should own one Harley in his career. He mentioned he actually been looking at the Can-Am
Spyder.

And no kidding, but what pulls into the same turn out with us? One guy riding a XR1200 (not the 1200R) and another guy on a Spyder! We look at each other with complete WTF written on both our faces and we both get to check out future rides and speak with the riders. I seriously should have gotten a shot of this.

We all part ways and I head down to Lowman, hit the head at the city park and head out to Stanley. I think I spy the Sawtooths from a distance.



Yep, it is them alright.


Pretty rugged looking and impressive. Makes me look forward to making the Tetons. Headed towards Stanley, the wind in the valley really picks up. Again it is a near non-issue for the SV, but it helps to crouch down to cut the buffeting on my body down. I'd still be up there hiding and crying under a bush if I was on my DR.

Climbing up a pass there is a look out with a view back to the Sawtooths so I stop for a pic.


Honestly, this camera is inadequate to the task, but now is not the time to be dropping cash on a new camera. Looking down, I do see some roads that look like a hoot if I was riding a dualsport.


From here I ride the rest of the way into Ketchum/Sun Valley. I like this town. I guess I'm just a shallow tourist at heart. Some of the houses coming in are just amazing. I ride through the middle of Ketchum from one end to the other and back via some side streets and then up to Sun Valley proper.


Apparently, as told by the locals, "Sun Valley", the spendy-trendy resort is actually in Ketchum. They say it a dirty little secret. Sun Valley, the valley is quite wild.


There is a mountain bike race in town for the weekend and I end up camped out with them near the course. Yes, I am that fat man with the beer in hand amongst the incredibly fit. I like to try and think I'm not standing out too much. Since this is a pro-level race I could be surrounded by riding celebrities and not even know it.


As the title says, "I'm no Jamie Z" budget is stretched and I've got a "may as well drop off the edge" attitude so I spring for dinner in town. They have wifi as well so I continue to write up the ramblings of the past days when the bartender says "Look at that!" Pointing out the window laughing and grabbing his cellphone for a picture.

An old man, in a classic soft-top Mustang, pulls up across the street to parallel park, backs in until he hits the truck behind him and gets out and walks away. It's a scene straight out of a Jackass Movie as it really looks like something Johnnie Knoxville would pull in his old man outfit.


The seatbelt left hanging out, caught in the door is just the cherry on the sundae and every one at the bar is at the window now camera in hand laughing. Passerby's stop constantly to stare.

Note the front fender is a different color from the rest of the Mustang, mebbe, backing into another car is his way of getting the insurance company to have the car painted to match the front end he must have smacked into something else.

The little old man driver wanders back past, not a care in the world, doesn't even seem to notice the scene he created.

I toddle back to the campground and sit down to continue typing as long as the battery will hold out on the laptop and a BMW 1200 comes riding into camp at a fair clip, the rider looks at me and gives me a big wave and a smile and promptly dumps his ride. Not one to miss an opportunity to point and laugh, I pull out my camera.


Note: It is still Sunday, and I'm just finishing up the ride report for the last five days in the Starbucks. There is a little boy in here know running about screaming with his oblivious mother asking him very politely to use his "inside
voice" to no effect. I'm thinking one of the nice stainless mugs, or better yet, one of ceramic applied to his skull would be a more lasting solution to his screaming. I know a thump to the head or a swat on the butt did wonders in my upbringing.

Now, those that are keeping up with these footnotes might be beginning to think I'm a bitter, intolerant, shitty little man. To an extent, this is true. But compared to a lot of my former co-workers I'm quite vibrant and outgoing. A regular ray of sunshine so to speak.

Really, I am. Just ask my step-kids.

And I need to check the budget today, I'm thinking it is blown and I should change the title of the thread to "Road trip, money is no problem!" As I'm not remotely ready to turn back yet. Montana beckons.
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 11:17 AM   #39
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Thumb Day six, just hanging out

I'm just killing time today. Finishing up ride reports.

Ride reports take a lot of time to write up and I do put some effort into them, hopefully it shows.

I don't do the write ups so much to entertain others, but it is great for me to look back on them. And if I didn't promise a ride report to my friends, I wouldn't even stop to take a picture. Heck, on most of my two-three day rides last summer I didn't even bother to carry a camera with me.

So I'm going to stay camped at the current location and simply mosey about town. If anything of note occurs today or a notable pic occurs, I'll add it.

Also, checking the bank account shows me to be in much better shape than I thought. My naturally pessimistic nature was leading me to believe I'd actually spent a lot more than I thought.

Wow, there is a kid, mebbe twelve years old sitting next to me drinking a black coffee. Not some tarted up typical starbucks drink you usually see a kid drinking. Nope, just straight black coffee.

Gonna grow up and be a scotch drinker. Got it written all over him.
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go

243Win screwed with this post 07-17-2011 at 11:40 AM
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 05:07 PM   #40
Hominid
Gnarly Adventurer
 
Hominid's Avatar
 
Joined: Jun 2010
Location: Pugetopolis
Oddometer: 237
Good to Hear From Ya'

Nice to know you didn't slide under an 18 wheeler or sumpin

You managed to get some nice pics.

The Mustang one is epic - love the seat belt hanging out of the door.
The pic of the guy trying to pick up his beemer is even better

Did he actually manage to get it up by himself?
Something tells me not.

Looking forward to seeing where you go next.
I've seen the Tetons from the East and they are truly majestic.

Keep the shiny side up and watch out for those flat-billers!
Hominid is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 06:19 PM   #41
inglysh
Completely Custom
 
inglysh's Avatar
 
Joined: Aug 2010
Location: Oshkosh, Wi
Oddometer: 124
Quote:
Originally Posted by WetRider57 View Post
The pic of the guy trying to pick up his beemer is even better

Did he actually manage to get it up by himself?
Something tells me not.
Looks like he has the fixens for a bike rack on that bimmer... interesting to see how he worked it up.
__________________
Why do they call it a "shortcut"? Shouldn't it just be the "way"?

2012 Yamaha Super Tenere
1982 Yamaha Maxim 400
inglysh is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-17-2011, 06:21 PM   #42
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Thumb Day six, part deux, it got more interesting

After finishing up the ride report to date, I left the Starbucks finally and wandered all about town to see the place, seems to be a typical summer tourist destination, lots of shops filled with kinda neat stuff no one needs.

Until I walk into a fly-fishing / outfitter shop. Ah, seamless Ex-Officio boxers. I don't have to ride commando anymore,... Hopefully,...

Wandering the back streets, I spot this truck. Jeez I'll bet it is hard to get parts
for this beast. In pretty good shape for its age.




After seeing the main downtown area and getting an apple and some cheese for lunch, I wander back to my camp and across the way to the ski resort. As I said earlier a national level mountain bike series of races are being run in and around the resort.

In camp the night before talking to the riders, I'm told to watch the closed circuit races if I get a chance.

Yeah, yeah, okay fine if I get a chance. I actually walked over to ride the gondola lift up to the top to get some pics of the town from up high. Kinda like in South Lake Tahoe.

As I'm entering the resort, a warm up run is underway with a mixed bunch of folks riding.
It actually looks pretty cool and I capture a couple of pics.




Now the wife will tell ya, I'm a leg man. And as I cross the resort, oh baby. All the fit women and their riding shorts. Except for the downhill riding gals. They have nicely shaped legs, but hellacious scars! No pics kids, as the fat guy
wandering about the place I stand out enough. I start taking pics of the asses and legs about me and methinks that crosses a line on many levels.

Make it to the gondola lift and up to the top and back down, I eyeball the ski lift that is running even higher, but decide the gondala is enough today.


Ketchum


Headed back out I wander about the resort as it is beehive of activity with the races and other, ahem, attractions and just as I'm about the leave the last race is about to start, the men's pro-level ride. This oughta be good.

And it was damned exciting to watch, them guys were flying. One came down off the hill in the pic, got a little sideways and high-sided bigger than life with the pack flying all around him on a course about 8-10 foot wide. He pops up and takes off. Note these guys aren't wearing anything for impact or abrasion beyond spandex and he
went down hard.

They actually changed part of the course due to a woman in that class that went down and upon eventually awakening is still not quite sure where she is. Other injuries will have a familar ring, seperated shoulders and collarbones that will never be as straight as they once were.

Here is the best shot of the pro race.


Turns out after talking to the camp host, I'm actually the only person in the campground NOT riding in the races. The whole area was reserved for them and she let me in simply figuring I didn't take up much space.

In a nutshell, that race was way, way too cool and I'm really glad I caught it. I'd catch another one in a heartbeat.

Sitting in a bar right now where they are having a post-party for the riders and a photo contest from the races. Not a lot of racers in here from the look of them, but a whole lot of fans. In other words, a whole lotta drunk and stupid.

Everybody wooping it up.

I'm typing away on a computer,...
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go

243Win screwed with this post 07-17-2011 at 06:31 PM
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-18-2011, 09:00 AM   #43
Kawikazi
Loose Cannon
 
Kawikazi's Avatar
 
Joined: Apr 2009
Location: Shenandoah Valley, Virginia
Oddometer: 356
Ketchum

My son who lives in Ketchum was telling me about the mountain bike race which he also attended. Enjoyed seeing some shots of Ketchum, as I have not visited yet but plan to in August. Looks to be a nice spot.
Kawikazi is offline   Reply With Quote
Old 07-18-2011, 09:14 AM   #44
JDMitchell
Adventurer
 
JDMitchell's Avatar
 
Joined: Mar 2011
Location: Fort Leonard Wood, MO
Oddometer: 96
Great pics and I love the commentary. You might be typing for personal recollection, but I still enjoy your humor. I especially like the bit about the "flat biller" and the screaming kid in the Starbucks. I catch myself wanting to whup up on some parents that completely disregard the idea of accepable behavior for their offspring.
__________________
Keeping the economy going one tank of fuel and two tires at a time
JDMitchell is online now   Reply With Quote
Old 07-19-2011, 11:20 AM   #45
243Win OP
Studly Adventurer
 
243Win's Avatar
 
Joined: Jan 2008
Location: Port Orchard, WA
Oddometer: 694
Quote:
Originally Posted by Kawikazi View Post
My son who lives in Ketchum was telling me about the mountain bike race which he also attended. Enjoyed seeing some shots of Ketchum, as I have not visited yet but plan to in August. Looks to be a nice spot.
It's a nice place, well worth visiting. The bike racing was much more interesting than I thought. See smething like that on tv and is kinda dull but when they are
getting air three feet in front of you in a pack, it is pretty damn exciting.

I guess the guy that high-sided in front of actually won that race. Man is an animal!

Just made Wyoming. Headed towards Jackson from the south.
__________________
Excellent, our country is now run by folks that would allow you to smoke pot in Washington State, but not buy a Big-Gulp in New York.

10 State Trip 2010
2011, $1000 in the pocket, how far can we go
243Win is offline   Reply With Quote
Reply

Share

Thread Tools Search this Thread
Search this Thread:

.
Display Modes

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is On

Forum Jump


Times are GMT -7.   It's 02:49 AM.


Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.5
Copyright ©2000 - 2014, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
Copyright ADVrider 2011-2014