York’s in Baker City Another place I haven’t been in quite a few years. An old tyme emporium of hardware, hunting ware & food. Actually playing “Funky Cold Medina.” We’ve met a few weirdos this trip, and not of the lovable Gene Wilder/Marty Feldman-type. Still processing it. Will report. Onwards,
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Cambridge, ID
Cambridge, ID A great day. We took 12 from Lolo, MT, to Kooskia, ID, and then 95. It was stunning the whole way. Lolo Pass is one of the greatest roads I’ve been on. Idaho was absolutely beautiful through Hell Canyon. We found a motel in Cambridge and a great pizza dinner. Leaving Lolo Kooskia, …
Kooskia, ID
Kooskia, ID, Main Street Richelle and I were here 35 years ago on a Ducati. Springer Twinses
James & Adela’s
James & Adela”s Lolo Cabin A very wet and cold ride, but I made it to Lolo, MT. . James and Adela, and Adela’s parents, Linda and Randall are wonderful and treated me like royalty and then like family. Searching for the house Catan late into the night Hitchcock the Raven It’s late and I’m …
RAIN!
Whitehall, MT Hit rain coming out of Bozeman. I usually don’t stop, but this was intense. Made it Whitehall and bought a burrito and the rain stopped. Old timer pronounced “Yeah, you might get lucky.”
The Head Clearing Begins
Teaching online has benefits. I always teach in the summer Part of it is a money thing. Part of it is that I developed an online version of my class, and I just like to run it. I got up early this morning and finished grading, which feels like a weight off my shoulders. Three …
The Road North
I went straight up I-25. After Casper, WY, I-25 is beautiful. In Colorado it’s brutal. Cops. Fast moving traffic that comes to a halt in moment’s notice. Accidents. More cops. After I-25, I hit I-90 north through the Crow Nation and then west right to here, to the Locomotive Inn in Laurel, Montana. 550 miles. …
Through the Mountains
Coming home is always the reward. I peeked out my motel window last night after posting, and saw this guy waiting on what appeared to be a leftover breakfast served as dinner. He looked young and rangy, and I imagined an ongoing courtship between him and the somewhat nosey and bossy proprietor of the Best …
Salina
Fill up. No gas for 100 miles.
Across the Desert
Dazed in Richfield I was looking forward to this ride all week, but when it finally came, I wasn’t looking forward to it at all. I wanted to get the Sportster back in Colorado. I suspect it’s my favorite bike. The idea of motoring across the desert in August—damn the heat—seemed pretty wild, so when …
Onwards! 