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Old 07-13-2013, 04:57 PM   #1
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For Whom the (Wedding) Bells Toll

June 1, 2013:
On the 30th anniversary of the start of my first cross-country motorcycle ride I was in the midst* of another, most excellent, two-wheeled cross country journey, witnessing the Santa Monica beach nuptial celebrations of Allison, my girlfriend's niece.

For all of you inmates that need pictures to go with, or instead of, the words:

Generally there are only two reasons for me to wash the bike. Winter maintenance and weddings:


He vowed to kill spiders, she vowed to try to learn to follow soccer:


Nuptial nail treatment - a cousin of the bride


I couldn't talk Allison into sitting side-saddle, but she did indulge my request for a pose next to the bike.


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So you've already seen my trusty steed, beast of burden, object of abuse and affection. Specifically this is my 1996 Honda VFR that has been carrying my sorry butt hither and yon since that sunny day in April when I picked it up from the dealer with 3 miles on the odometer.
The wedding was the reason for the timing of this trip, but several other goals were an integral part of these travels:
2 - Scratch the itch to get back west again. It had been 4 years since the last time I played west of the continental divide.
3 - Speaking of the continental divide, one of my career riding goals is to traverse every paved crossing of that ridge which controls whether rain drops will either further dilute the Deep Horizon oil spill, or have chance to become part of a good Napa Valley Cabernet. So conquering many more divides was on the to do list.
4 - Checking off the last two roads from the AMA's top 15 m/c roads in the U.S.
5 - Advance my campaign to see o o o o o on the odometer again for the third time.**
I think that's enough multitasking for this trip, I'll devote other posts to varying aspects of these themes.

In the beginning:



* I'm starting this ride report in the middle of the trip and it will jump around haphazardly from there as I address different aspects of the trip. My routes certainly aren't linear, so why should my stories be.
** Just to clarify, the VFR has a 6 digit mile measurer, so the first time was when I picked the bike up.

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Wedding Trips

Warning, word only post.
Absent any pictures I know many of you will refuse to believe that any of this happened (bye bye y'all, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out ).
I promise, the next post will have more images.

As mentioned, the inaugural coastal state spanning trip was thirty years ago, back when I was a paid squid, boringly boring holes in the ocean for Uncle Sam. I managed to secure a 30 day leave for the trek from Bremerton, WA to Hershey, PA. This was also the first wedding trip and I was on the alter for it as best man. Given time constraints it was mostly slab, especially the eastbound leg, but had I known then what I know now, the route would have been far different.

The second matrimonial based trip, three or four years later, was also cross-country, but this time on a north-south axis, Orlando to Detroit. That marriage didn't last and neither do many memories of the ride itself, so it must have been time constricted by leave considerations since I was still married to the service. At least It included Deal's Gap coming and going and probably a lot of the Blue Ridge Parkway, but I've had so many of those runs, I can't recall anything specific to that trip.

#3 was in 2001 and was the first of the Pittsburgh to California runs. Sacramento in June was murderously hot and my cousin had the good sense to decree that the attire should be shorts and Hawaiian shirts.

#4 was California banns round two for my brother's wedding in 2007. This was the first one where the girl friend factor was a major consideration. If CLare had been able to attend, we would have flown out, but her travel plans for another niece's graduation ended up precluding her attendance, so I took the bike instead (I'm real good at making lemonade).
The best line about this trip was from my brother to coworkers when they were discussing the upcoming event.
"My brother's coming, he's either bringing his bike or his girlfriend."
Work limited this run to 17 days, but I still managed play days in the Ozarks, New Mexico and Arizona going out, and visits to Death Valley, Arches NP, and some play time in Colorado on the flip side.

#5 was a short jaunt to Connecticut in 2009 for Heather's hitching, another niece of the girl friend.

The latest edition was another girl friend dependent decision. She was certainly going to this one, but commitments on the home front meant it would be just for a long weekend. I had already been planning a six week western spring fling and when we got the date we discussed the options. I was fine with flying out with her if she wanted the travel companionship, but turning this into another wedding m/c run was certainly front and center as the desirable option and she had little reservation in approving this arrangement. Having set precedent with the first niece helped. If/when the third niece decides to be committed to an institution, there's not doubt I will be riding to it. If it's somewhere across water, I'll ride to the airport at least.

A uniform feature of all of these rides is that the knot-tying weather was sunny, bringing joy to all the mothers, and chagrin to the fathers who paid for a marquee.* Sunny, but not necessarily great, the Detroit and Sacramento vows were beastly hot. And no one should be allowed to schedule a summer wedding in an un-air-conditioned church!
Given that 100% track record, I'm willing to accept invites from anyone who'd like to secure a fix for dry weather at their event. I'll even provide a money-back guarantee (less trip expenditures)


* obscure allusion to the play "Father of the Bride". Come to think of it, I rode the motorcycle to most of those rehearsals and performances as well.

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Western Riding

Western Riding
I love riding out west!
I love riding in the eastern mountains from Georgia to Nova Scotia as well.
Hell, I just love to ride. But the combination of not being able to get there often, the spectacular scenery that has no parallel in the east, the feeling of adventure I get when on a long ride, and the thorough mental health cleansing that comes from droning across the Great Plains makes me tingle in anticipation long in advance of any trip that's going to take me across the Mississippi.

Other reasons for my love of the wild wild west:
Deserts delight me.
Geysers are great.
I get verklempt viewing volcanic vistas.
Fabulous fauna: Elk, bison, lizards, pronghorns, prairie dogs, ground skwirls, grizzlies, Steller's jays, eagle owls, ravens, coyotes, mule deer (well, I can do without those) and wolves are examples of wondrous western wildlife I've enjoyed encounters with.
Cacti, lupine, fire weed, redwoods, sequoias, bristle cone pines and countless other trees that I can't identify by name, but appreciate nonetheless are just some of my favorite flora that only come on a tire-changing ride.
And the roads ain't too bad either

Some examples of the above from this ride:




















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Congratulations to the newlyweds....stay safe....

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Old 07-18-2013, 06:32 PM   #5
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The Vehicle of Choice



To the uninitiated, it's a 'crotch rocket'.
To the knowledgeable, it's a sport-touring motorcycle with emphasis on the sport side of that equation.
To the blessed, it is the finest vehicle ever created.

"Is it comfortable?" is one of the more frequently asked questions and my stock reply has been, "My Lazy-boy is more comfortable, but it doesn't go anywhere." This trip I came up with the following, "It's like down-hill skiing, if you're looking for 'comfort', you're doing it wrong."

I've never named my motorcycle. It's not that I'm so unromantic that I'm against such practice, but it wasn't a priority and no anecdote worthy event ever occurred that resulted in bequeathing a noteworthy sobriquet.
Another factor is that it's never clearly revealed its gender.
When I'm polishing it's sexy curves or dancing in the corners, its feminine attributes come to the fore. When I've stripped it on the side of the road to address 'issues', whipped it mercilessly traversing long stretches of rutted gravel/dirt roads, and forced it to carry me in my bug smeared riding gear all over the country with smelly laundry and dirty camping gear ... well lets just say that I'm a bit sexist. My parents raised me to never treat a woman that way.
Ol' Red is about as close I get to a regular moniker for it.


Speaking of the gear:
On the bike:
The black Givi saddle bags carry clothes on the right and riding gear on the left (rain jacket, electric vest, clear face shield, etc. The 40 liter dry bag strapped to the seat keeps the tent, rain fly, ground tarp, sleeping bag, Thermorest pad, towel and excess clothing/gear dry. The tank bag gets the toiletry kit, camera, water bottle, snacks, netbook, cell phone, pens/marker, tire pressure gauge, knife, hand cleaner, and most importantly, the maps. I was anointed with my user name long before GPS systems were ubiquitous and I still travel without any electronic navigation aids. Pat, my name giver, says that GPS stands for Greg Pointing System. He goes where I point.
The keen-eyed among you may have noticed the black tube above the exhaust. Is it
A - a JATO tube for really awesome wheelies
B - a spring-loaded rusty lugnut launcher for tailgating control
C - PVC pipe to carry my tent poles.

In fully deployed mode:


On me (not pictured)
ATTGAT stands for All The Gear, All the Time and I am a firm beliver. Old pharts like me espouse that philosophy on a regular basis, but oft times, the young that we address it to are still convinced of their immortality. I don't take offense when my advice is not taken, I recall my youthful ignorance quite fondly and don't begrudge those coming after me their state of grace. Still, get good gear and wear it!
So I ride covered head to toe. My helmet, gloves and boots cover the extremities. An Aerostich 2-piece Road-crafter covers the rest in gray with hi-viz yellow swathes on the shoulders, knees, and elbows. Many kids (and more than a few adults) think I'm a fireman.
There are 12 pockets on the suit and when I ordered it I tried to get three more!

1 The left pants pocket gets a continually replenished supply of paper towels from gas station restrooms. I use these for face-shield bug cleanings at most stops.
2 The right pants pocket gets the support plate and cord that I deploy under the side stand when parking on soft ground. A vital piece of kit if you plan on visiting White Sands National Monument.
3 The stash pocket on the right thigh gets the silk scarf or insulated bandana, and the slip-on gaiters for keeping the boots dry on rain rides.
4/5 The open jacket pockets - left side gets the do-rag (another bandana) when the helmet's off, right side gets trash - (wet, bug saturated paper towels usually)
6/7 The flapped jacket pockets in front - left gets spare bandana when I don't need it around my neck (usually water soaked for use on hot days) - right gets the Givi case key, bike key when I'm parked, and a 35mm film canister that I carry earplugs in.
8 The left breast pocket gets the house key and any quarters with new designs that I haven't seen before.
9/10 The inner right breast pocket gets the wallet. The outer right breast pocket gets the cell phone or camera when off the bike, park pamphlets, souvenir patches, or other miscellany that I'm stashing on the fly that will usually go into the tank bag later.
11 The right wrist pocket gets change and cash for tolls and toll tickets (not often now since I got an ez-pass)
And the 12th one, not counted by many, is the back vent pouch.
As needed it can hold a 6-pack, two bags of chips, or when the riding is hot, ICE! When solid H2O is loaded, the paper towels get removed from the pants pocket and ice gets packed into them as well. Out west this is very effective when the humidity is low. Not quite as cooling otherwise and the back protector cuts some of its effectiveness as well. But with the a/c turned on in this manner on a ride long long ago, I road comfortably through Fry Canyon in Utah in July. Fry Canyon in Utah in July is not misnamed.

A buddy of mine complained of having way too many pockets on his 'stich, but when I 'splained what I used all of mine for he didn't think the number was quite as excessive as before.

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The 15 Best Motorcycle Roads in the Country?

Two years ago, the American Motorcyle Association published the following list of Amercia's 15 Best Motorcycle Roads as selected by their members.
From bottom to top:
15. Washington Route 129 and Oregon Route 3, Clarkston, Wash., to Enterprise, Ore.
14. Ohio Route 170, Calcutta to Poland.
13. California Route 58, McKittrick to Santa Margarita.
12. U.S. Route 33, Harrisonburg, Va., to Seneca Rocks, W.Va.
11. Natchez Trace, from Natchez, Miss., to Nashville, Tenn.
10. Angeles Crest Highway, California Route 2.
9. U.S. Route 12, Lolo Pass, Idaho and Montana.
8. California Route 36.
7. Cherohala Skyway, North Carolina and Tennessee.
6. Going to the Sun Road, Glacier National Park, Montana.
5. California Route 1, Pacific Coast Highway.
4. U.S. Route 550, from Ouray to Durango, Colo.
3. U.S. Route 129 -- The Tail of the Dragon -- on the North Carolina-Tennessee border.
2. Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina.
1. Beartooth Highway, Montana and Wyoming.

On the first perusal, I counted 11 that I had already travelled, including the top 8.
The ones I'd never rolled a tire over were:
OR 3 / WA 129
OH 170
CA 58
US 12
Such lists are always a bit subjective, but I didn't have any strong objections to the placing of any of the ones I was familiar with in the mix (though US 250 thru WV is a far better ride than 33).
OH 170 surprised me though, mainly because I had never heard of it. Looking at the map I located it in the northeast, just south of Youngstown. This I couldn't believe. The topography in the region just can't support a great m/c road, and anything going to Youngstown should be avoided on general principal. But it was certainly close enough, so I wasted an afternoon checking it out. That road doesn't even make it into my best 15 roads in Ohio list. My conclusions are:
Some of the bars along the route must give free beer to riders.
There must be a heavy concentration of AMA members that know about said bars.

So two of the remaining three were on my target list for this trip. Only two because I suffer from CRS* and sometime after the 170 fiasco, I forgot about WA 129, but the memory of good roads in southeast WA lingered on.

(* Can't Remember ...Stuff)

Sunday after the wedding, I went over to my brother's place in Riverside, CA with a stop at Hollywood Honda to pick up a pair of BMW Allround 2 rain gloves.


Monday morning, 6 a.m. saw me heading north on I-5 to clear the basin. A pleasant breakfast stop fueled me for a morning of play on the Angeles Crest highway.


I needed it:


I actually stopped for the scenery a couple of times:


This time I saw Newcomb's Ranch and stopped to check it out. The other times I'd ridden the Crest, I came from the west and never noticed this iconic motorcycle watering hole.


I thought it was too early in the day for any lounge lizards to be about (those crazy kalifonians):


Mt. Wilson:


Big Tujunga Rd and Angeles Forest Rd filled the morning and early afternoon with lots of tilted horizons.


From there is was time to stop stopping to smell the flowers and head west and north a bit with the aim of riding CA 58 from west to east tomorrow.


A statue of two 20's era motorcycles in action caught my eye in Santa Paula and more sculpture in the little parklet made for an entertaining stop. The m/c statue was in commemoration of two motorcycle policemen who rode ahead of a flood from a burst dam giving warning to valley dwellers:




And north from there led to an even more entertaining go: Oh hi, Oh my!

(my new desktop image)

The fun continued with a run towards Frazier Park where a stop at a deli/general store yielded a great turkey club sandwich and good advice about the road and camping opportunities on Mt Pinos.

All of this set me up for a great morning ride to Cuyama. From there things were much more agrarian the rest of the morning,
though in Nipomo I found a funky facade covering a great chili verde burrito within:


From there it was north to Santa Margarita and a promising start to CA 58:


About 20 of the 79 miles to McKittrick were great, the 10 or so at either end. In between, while solar farms were a bit of a novelty to me, the road was basically flat, straight, and hot. Yesterday's afternoon ride had two roads that rated higher on my scale, and the morning rum from Mt. Pinos to the farmland was the better part of the day.


A week later U.S. 12 thru Idaho was in my sights.
Okay, here's the picture that is constantly posted on the Great Road Signs thread:


It's a great sign alright, too bad the road is so blah. The canyon is certainly beautiful, but after 30 miles of heavily wooded steeply sloped sides channeling a river/stream with lots of feeder creeks tumbling down rocky slots, I was ready for views of something in the distance. And the road went on for another 70 miles. It winds, but the sweepers are so gradual that a pace close to or above triple digits would be needed to really get your groove on. I don't ride like that for fear of deer and damage to my wallet from LEOs.
This was the only picture I took between Orofino and the summit:


This guy greeted me at the summit:


So my judgement at the time was that I had found at least 10 roads better than the 2 new-to-me best 15. One of them was definitely OR 3 / WA 129. I was yodeling in my helmet on that one. All the more so because I managed to catch it clean of all traffic for the entire stretch from the Joseph Canyon overlook:


...to the high ground north of the Rattlesnake crossing of the Grande Ronde river.

A sign of things to come:


And the last shall be first (or at least a lot higher than 15th place)
More road porn:




So I did check off the rest of the AMA list on this trip.
As noted, such ratings are highly subjective, but it did serve to give me a couple of aim points that led to lots of interesting discoveries along the way, and in that regard, it certainly was a first rate excuse.

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Divided I Stand

My quest for paved continental divide crossings is just another one of many self-imposed riding goals, like completing the Best 15 list, whose main purpose is to lead me to new places to ride. Fun for the scenery or the road, or ideally, both. Natural and geographical waypoints feature prominently in this selection process, but there's a lot of whimsy involved too.
A fairly exhaustive list:
The Four Corners Monument
The four corners of the contiguous U.S. in a year (And I don't care about Madawaska's claim for the northeast. It is neither the furthest east nor furthest north part of the state, so I went to West Quoddy Head and Estcourt Station to fill those requirements)
All five border crossings between Alaska and Canada
All seven paved Pacific/Arctic ocean continental divide crossings in Canada
All 50 states (and I even rode to Hawaii to do it , clue in post #2)
(A side note, when told that I had ridden to Alaska on the bike, one lady asked if I had to go through Canada to get there )
The furthest north point in the contiguous U.S. - Lake of the Woods, MN
The geographic center of North America - Rugby ND
The center of the northwest quadrisphere (my own term for lat. 45 / long -90) it's in a Wisconsin cornfield.
Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump (a First Nations interpretive center in Alberta that as soon I saw the name, I knew I had to visit)
In progress:
All WV state line crossings, (VA is done, KY in progress - excluding the panhandles, I can do without some of those)
All Maine/Canada border crossings
All roads crossing the Blue Ridge Parkway (NC is done, VA not quite)
And the aforementioned U.S. continental divide crossings.

So on this trip, mathematical impossibilities aside, 32 new divides were added. Not all were photo worthy, and some weren't worth more than the checkoff, but most were pretty nice and some were outstanding!

New Mexico:






Montana:




Wyoming:








The Battle Pass sign was MIA:


Colorado:


















Colorado and New Mexico are done now. Weather and the trip's end left a few remaining in Wyoming and Montana. Oh darn! I'm just going to have to suck it up and make another trip out west to finish the job. After that, I think every mountain pass in Colorado above, say 10,000 feet might be the next campaign. If the next bike is more rough road capable, the paved roads limitation will go away.
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Real nice report. Regarding that AMA list of top roads; if you ever get the urge to ride the Natchez Trace, go find a bar instead.
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Real nice report. Regarding that AMA list of top roads; if you ever get the urge to ride the Natchez Trace, go find a bar instead.
Thanks Ace,
As far as the Trace, I enjoy it as a low stress way of making my way west on a southern routing. It's very pretty in the spring when the red bud is blooming. But I understand where you're coming from.
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The Campaign

These days 100,000 miles on a motorcycle, while significant, is not particularly unusual.
It is still a noteworthy personal achievement for any bike. And so it was when I rolled that number on a ride in New Hampshire back in 04 I think (CRS again).
Pat, who was in his usual tail-gunner position, and I stopped on a wide shoulder of the scenic country road and I proceeded to take pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northeast corner, the southwest corner, not to mention the aerial photography.*

Departing from the scene, Pat took the lead and as I pulled out, I realized that in all the picture taking, I forgot one of the odometer! I immediately stopped again before the next mile could click, beeping the horn at Pat as I did so. He didn't hear the anemic tooter (since augmented by a Stebil Nautilus that's great for making brain dead cagers spill their coffee when they drift into my lane ) and continued blithely on his way. I corrected my oversight and was putting the gloves back on when I heard the sound of gear-driven cams approaching (Pat rides a y2k VFR). His related thoughts were, "He didn't just drop his bike after riding 100,000 miles did he?!?!
I didn't have any particular long range plan in effect after that. I just kept riding, splitting time between the VFR and an SV650N for a few years. I got rid of the SV when I picked up a KLR650 to have more rough road capability. The KLR saw limited use. The first multi-day trip with it revealed my right wrist's pain producing powers when subjected to sustained thumping from that single cylinder engine. Red just observed the changing stablemates and continued amassing miles, at a slightly slower rate while the SV was in residence, and very little in 06 when I had my knee scoped and finally bought a house. When I caught 150,000 peeking up at me, I stopped for that picture, though it wasn't a planned objective of the day's ride. I posted that pic and got a lot of positive feedback, so I guess that was when I decided I'd keep going with it to at least 200k.
As a consequence, the annual maintenance program has been more involved lately. Brake caliper seals a few years ago, new exhaust and a shock rebuild two years ago, new rotors all around last winter, were all preventative measures to go along with the annual valve checks and fluid replacements.

When the exhaust and shock were replaced, I checked the swing arm bearings. Here's what it looked like in the garage and basement gameroom:




All of this did not keep the on-road issues at bay during this trip.

Issue number 1 was not the bike's fault. A tank of bad gas in New Mexico resulted in much stuttering and stumbling for a while. Some fuel treatment and carb drainings eventually cleared that issue.

Problem #2 occurred after my run on CA 58, a radiator leak forced a three hour stop in Bakersfield on a high 90s afternoon, where thankfully a can of stop leak cured the issue. Better living through chemistry indeed! I think the leak was where a rock dinged the finning many, many years ago. Age and use finally caused it lose integrity. Aside from the stop leak and a couple bottles of water, all it cost me was a little time and a lot of sweat. It also prepared me to fully enjoy the blessed coolness of the shadows and rushing water of the Kern River Canyon to go along with another demonstration of the exemplary skills of the Caltrans engineers in the form of CA 178.

The shift lever has been loose for years, even with the pinch bolt cranked as hard as I dare torque it, it's had a bit of slop and in Sequoia National Park some of the splines decided they'd had enough and it slipped down a notch, limiting the downward throw due to hitting the side-stand mounting bolt, just enough to prevent me from getting into first gear. Attempts at clamping it a little further out on the shaft didn't hold, it would slide back to the center groove for the pinch bolt and then slip again. I eventually cured it with a few flat washers from an Ace hardware store. The washers between the lever and engine case kept the lever from sliding back to the center position.

The last and enduring problem was ultimately determined to be a torn #1 carburetor diaphragm that plagued me from Montana on. It effectively acted as a rev limiter, keeping me to 5500 rpm above 5500 feet. It pulled well enough below those limits for me to continue, but it certainly limited any hard charging on the divide climbs. The scenery did serve to make the rides quite enjoyable anyway and short shifting on the downhill runs was not onerous at all.

* "Alice's Restaraunt" ain't just a good place 'you can get anything you want, excepting Alice', in Skowhegan, ME. Apologies to Arlo Guthrie.

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Getting High (Part 1, The Sierra's)

After Bakersfield and capering through the Kern Canyon, the shores of Lake Isabella came into view that evening and the Paradise Cove campground easily enticed me to end the days journey.
All of the campground sites were set up for RVs & such. At $20 or 22 for the night, I didn't object too strongly, but I did voice disappointment at the lack of cheaper, tent only sites.
The hostess initially said to set up and she would be around later to collect, but when she did come around walking one of her dogs, she explained that it was their day off and technically, they weren't responsible for fee collection. Someone may come around in the morning to collect from later arriving campers such as myself, but probably not until 8 or 9 o'clock - wink wink.

I sort of camped because while I staked out the tent, I didn't pitch it. The winds made me abandon that attempt before I even started. (note the straps at the back of the bike).



I needed the flattened tent to hold the sleeping pad in place because I didn't want that turning into a raft the moment I got up for anything.
The howling mandated ear plugs through the night til 3 am when things finally calmed down.

Scenic if not serene:


The morning view was just as nice.


A final shot, leaving before any officials came round.


I crossed over Walker pass and had breakfast at Bernadino's in Inyokern. First time for chips and salsa with morning coffee before eggs.
It was already hot when I finished my chorizo/egg and rice repast, so it was definitely time to get high, heading for hopefully cooler climes.
And climb I did. 9 Mile/Sherman Pass rd soared from the valley floor like a home sick angel, with an awesome view of the ascending asphalt. Too hot for a photo stop though.

Reaching Kennedy Meadows, it was only slightly cooler, but enough for me to pause to check out this place. Turned out to be closed, but I liked the funky signage. It's just that I wonder how anybody can be grumpy with a fishin' pole in their hand.


From there it was on to the 9200' summit of Sherman Pass which was still warm and the descent was definitely a hot one, the rear break went away completely. A 10 minute break to let it cool was sufficient, though I used it gingerly on the rest of the drop down this:


From there it was on to trees, really really high trees...








and a run to Springville to replenish fluids. Seems like anything else could be had there as well, but I was not in need.


Made it into Sequoia National Park proper in time to get one of the last sites at the campground.


On the way back from the general store/shower, I saw several people gathering in a parking lot. The object of their attention was a bear family.

I didn't see momma, but I saw the black sibling further up the slope, just didn't get a very good picture of it. The little brown fellow kept hanging around the log and didn't move off very far when a ranger came along to shoo it away from the campsites. Behavior that does not bode well for it's continued residence in the area.

The next morning I hiked to Tokapah Falls and was worried that I was going to get into trouble with the national park service for feeding wildlife, the mosquitoes were hungry.








And then King's Canyon and more trees




as well as a 55mph speed limit outside of the park boundary and very entertaining dance floor:


The sights weren't too bad either:






Alas, all good things must come to an end


It was another very warm day and I was in need of laundry services, so in the evening I headed for Fresno.
By the time I was done with laundry the next morning and hitting the road, it was already well into the 80's. Getting back to the mountains of Yosemite garnered some relief, but the forecast was 90 at 5,000 feet.
I did check out the Sugarpine RR. One of their Shay locomotives was pulling out as I pulled in:





The railroad has spent more time hauling passengers than wood at this point.

Yosemite never disappoints:




and the critters are not shy:




The valley was really hot, so I didn't linger there, but I did extend congratulations to another newly wed couple honeymooning on an orange Ural. The bride was driving.




On the way down the east side of Tioga Pass, I stopped to help an Australian couple change a busted tire. He had been gawking at the scenery too much and didn't see the fallen rock. After seeing them on their way, I finished the day's ride in Lee Vining and saw them again at the restaurant. The thank you beer went down very well.

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Getting High (Part 2 - Beartooth)

After collecting some Montana divide crossings, I spent a night in Livingston, MT which I found to be a charming little town. From there I aimed east and south, heading for the Beartooth Highway.
Part of the welcoming committee:




I was surprised at how awesome the Beartooth was riding from from north to south. I'd driven it once and ridden it twice before, always coming from the south. Each time my head was on a swivel as I took in the beauty of it and several stops were made to gaze undistracted at splendid vistas. So I was certainly expecting to enjoy it again, but given that the road repeatedly loops back on itself, I wasn't anticipating that the experience would seem like an entirely new and wonder filled landscape. Pictures (at least the ones I take) never do it justice, but here are the better of my feeble fotographic frames from the files:



















From the southern end of the Beartooth, I swung east again on the Chief Joseph Highway for two reasons:
One was that I had never gone that way before, previous travels through the area had all been coming from Yellowstone and going north.
The second was that while I would have enjoyed Yellowstone again, the weather in that direction was decidedly unfriendly looking. I used up a year's worth of luck skirting the edge of a storm earlier in the day on the way to Red Lodge and I had no desire to tempt any tempests again.
If nothing else, my photography can serve as an example of what not to do.
Specifically, if you ever see any cloud formations like this:



or this:



Do not stop to take pictures of it! Get the hell out of Dodge before you become a storm chasee!
After the photo stop for these pictures, I headed east-southeast and seemed to be well clear of it, but the route zagged north briefly before heading directly south and on that southbound leg, the same or a similar cloud formation was less than a mile to the west and blurred by what looked like an uprising of dust on the outer edges. I'm not talking about a funnel cloud, though it wouldn't surprise me if there had been one hidden within. Between the dust and what I think was rain around the same periphery, it was a fuzzy view. While getting by this ominous upheaval, I was hit with the worst wind I have ever had to contend with. I would have stopped except that I would have been engulfed and there was no place to take shelter.

So eastbound and down.


More marmot:


More roadpron:


The eastern end, Dead Indian Pass:

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Getting High (Part 3, Really, Realy, High - Mt Evans)

A couple of days after hitting the 10,947 ft summit of the Beartooth Pass, I stopped outside of Granby, CO to replenish the bike's tank and myself. Sipping my afternoon Monster (even when I don't have lunch, I tend to get a little drowsy in the afternoon) I had some good chats with other riders. A couple out of Michigan were on the homeward leg of a 9 day western trip and a few riders out of Denver were debating whether the return would be via Rocky Mtn National Park or not. I haven't paid attention to the details, but I was aware of recent changes in Colorado law, relaxing or legalizing marijuana. One of the Denver riders alluded to this with a questioning comment about whether or not I was taking advantage of the opportunity for the other kind of high.
On a personal level, it holds no attraction to me, but I've got no objections to the practice other than, like alcohol, don't use it when you're driving or riding. My response was that my continued employment in the job that allowed me the freedom of making a six week trip like this, precluded taking any herbal trips.
From there I was heading to Mt. Evans, so when I left I told them that it was time to go get naturally high.

And at 14,130 ft, Mt Evans is as high as it gets in the states as far as paved roads go. It was a very good ride, with a few surprises. The road was in very bad shape around Summit lake. I learned that this was due to it being on top of permafrost. I think its the only such spot in the states outside of Alaska.

No elk or bighorn sheep, but the mountain goats were about and quite photogenic:






Trophy Shot


Next!









I think this beats Pike's Peak by 10 feet.


Saw this gang hanging around the restrooms at Summit Lake on the descent. I didn't know mountain goats were potty trained.




Made it down before dark and more importantly, before the gift shop closed. I won't get souvenir patches until after I've made it to the destination. Echo Lake at dusk:

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Great ride report, thanks for posting!


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great ride report. I was just in Idaho Springs on my honeymoon 8/20/2013. Unfortunately we were in a cage and just passing through on our way to Estes Park. We didn't have time to drive Mt. Evans. Next time...
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