Monday, October 8, 2012

A 38-Hour Recharge

-Text from Whitley: "Your dad is here on his scoot.  Trying to get him to stay through the weekend--he said he's only staying if you'll ride up."
-"I'll be there tomorrow."

Three months of first-time-parenting earned me 2 days off.  So I decided to use 38 hours of it to ride to Taos and back--recharge the spirit a little. 

Saturday.

Left early Saturday morning, under cloudy skies and a warm 70 degrees.  By Fort Stockton it had dropped to 59.  Then the mid-40s.  Then it started to rain.


                                    
Not often it looks like this between Ft. Stockton and Pecos.



The sun finally broke through several hours south of Santa Fe.  I arrived under sunny skies after 12 hours and 15 minutes.  I was out of riding shape, worn out after 791 miles.

Outside of Whitley Manor.


Then on to the KTAO Solar Bar.  Sat in iron patio chairs on the green lawn out back. A cool and sunny late afternoon.  A cold beer on the back lawn of a bar inside a radio station.  Worth the trip.

KTAO Solar Bar. 

Ate a homemade mexican food dinner.  In bed in complete darkness at 8:30.  

Sunday.

DB left Whitley's with me.  DB: "I'm glad you got to do this.  You'll be a better father because of it."

We rode out of town in the dark and cold. 31 degrees.  The heavy fog over the pass to Las Vegas had blanketed the sides of the road in frost.   My helmet's visor iced over.  It was still dark and the fog was so thick DB couldn't tell which way the road twisted.  The bike indicated 25 degrees, 9,450 feet.  

At the gas station in Las Vegas a little after 7am--I wasn't fast enough to catch the ice covering my sleeve.

I was, however, able to catch it covering DB's windshield. 

The Las Vegas State Bank sign flashed 27 degrees. The temps would steadily rise into the mid-40s.  Didn't break 50 until the west side of San Antonio.

From Las Vegas (NM), it's all downhill home.  My camera defrosted enough to take a few shots leaving the mountains.  The complete darkness and fog prevented any pics at higher elevation.    

South 84:







West of Clovis we ran down a train.  (It's running down the left hand side of the following pictures.)
 I took probably 15 of these shots.  Love to see trains out here.





Home by dark 12 hours later.  No deer, thank goodness.  Got a hug from my wife and son.  Nice welcome.




Thursday, August 30, 2012

New ADV




With the arrival of our son my adventure riding has been relegated to surviving the 70 miles of I-35 south to Motohank's.







Monday, August 6, 2012

Reminiscing . . .

With no ride north this year, might as well look back at 2004 and 2010:

The departures:

 2004: the sport touring version . . . pre-ATGATT

2010: started with 2 goldwings and the GS, ended with 1 gold wing, a GS (which was almost traded in Missoula, Montana for a GSA), and a honda varadero (which was purchased with the red goldwing on the left in Prince George, BC--and was illegally brought into america, apparently.)

The routes:

The 2004 trip went west thru New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, and into Hyder, AK.  

The 2010 trip went north thru OK, KS, Neb, Wyoming, MT, Alberta, British Columbia, Hyder.


Sights and recollections from 2004:
We hit the coast south of San Francisco. This pic was in northern CA. 
We had a clutch problem on a RT and had to stop at San Jose BMW. I remember the traffic and the horrible Motel 6 in San Jose.
 Great night in Yachats, Oregon.  Little cabin on the water. Snacked on smoked salmon. 
Dined on fresh halibut. 

Our landing in Victoria, Vancouver Island, BC.
We spent the night in Port Angeles, WA waiting on the ferry to Victoria.  Good Thai food.

Rolled off the ferry, thru customs. This loomed over the harbor. 

Went to Tofino and its long beach.  Ate fish tacos out of a bus in the woods.  So good Whitley googled their recipe 7 years later.

Farther up the island to Gold River.

Gold River, Vancouver Island
 Gold River's little harbor.

Port Hardy on the northern tip of Vancouver Island, caught a ferry to Prince Rupert, BC.
Our view from the open top deck.

15+ hours. I remember reading most of the time.  Looking back i wish i hadn't.



 Getting close now. The famous North to AK sign.

 7 years after this pic, my dad's bike died outside of Watson Lake, YT. We were stranded under the "South to Alaska" sign for about an hour without noticing it.  Would have loved to have had that picture. 

 Bear Glacier in 2004.

 Bear Glacier and the Honda ST.

Alaska.

  It had been a dream for a long time. 

To the harbor.



The celebration.


 A special toast.


I remember feeling relieved and thankful that we made it here.




 Back into BC.
I remember the trip back being 4 days.  Night 1 was to Jasper, BC. Saw my first black bear along the road about dusk. I remember the cold that first night and second morning.  It was late August and snow was forecasted for the morning.

We would miss the cold in about 2 days.

On the Icefield Parkway.  Last photo I shot on the ride back.  We met a guy riding the Lewis and Clark Trail outside of Great Falls.  I remember the wind and the speed thru Wyoming.  And the heat in West Texas.
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From 2010

Kansas to Montana:
Nice people in this cafe in Kansas.

Chimney Rock. A road sign along the old Oregon Trail.


 The Wyoming morning sky.

 Something special about passing a train on a motorcycle thru the plains.


Following Chief Joseph's Trail




Bear Tooth Pass, MT
Elevation is high here. I remember a group of harley riders in the parking lot.  One non-fuel-injected bike wouldn't start due to the altitude--we're not sure how he got down.

Dusk in Harlowton, MT. Ate a mircrowaved hamburger at the saloon below.




The Two Dot Bar in Two Dot, MT.


 A few cold beers in Red Lodge, MT.

Entered the park at sunrise. 






 The Icefield Parkway smoky in '10.

6 years later:
 (The yellow varadero was purchased by Whitley in Prince George, BC the morning of this picture.  We stopped at the honda shop for him to put new tires on his goldwing and 4 hours later he had convinced them to sell him a bike not legal in the U.S. and to buy his texas-plated-goldwing. I can't tell you the mess this would cause a few days later trying to re-enter america with no license and no D.O.T. inspection paperwork.  Thank goodness it was late, raining, and the agent was from Uvalde.)



Bear Glacier 2010.  Seemed smaller.




Rite of passage:




Great toast part II.


A big reason I bought the GS was for this road up to Salmon Glacier out of Hyder.  About 30 miles of gravel.  I traveled about 10 miles of it in 2004 on the ST and turned around.  I vowed to return on a GS to finish the job.  (Of course DB just road the goldwing up no problem.)


 Great road.










 the summit. 









 1800cc Dual-Sport.

The return.

 In Stewart, BC, across the "border" from Hyder.


Back in Hyder. The Bus. Wonderful. 

 The crew was a little tired at this point. 


The border crossing back to BC.

We rode thru Idaho on the way back, after stopping in Missoula to see if they would take my GS in trade for a demo GSA.  No dice.  Spent the night in Boise.  I remember the remote landscape of the Idaho/Utah border. Felt like the moon.  The thick traffic in Salt Lake City.  Went thru Moab and spent the last night in Cortez, CO.  Home late the next evening.

East of Moab.

 Summer storm outside of Cortez.  Lightning forced us to find shelter in an abandoned gas station.
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