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Ok, finally have some more time to post. It's amazing really how long it takes to post up pictures. So from St. Maries, Idaho I headed down the East side along #3. I remember riding past this watering hole a few times before, was due time to stop in.
There are so many little spots like this in the US, nothing but a post office and a bar. From there I headed further south stopping in Kendrick. A great little town in the middle of know where. A local rider pointed out a great short cut to the #12, and this time it didn't involve dirt, Hubbard Gulch Road. Great little road brings you right up along the Clearwater River and the #12. From there I headed down the #95 thru Grangville. Once I was there I knew exactly where I wanted to spend the night, at the Swift Water RV park in White Bird right along the Salmon River, Hells canyon they call it. A real treat if you ever get the chance. There's a real decent restaurant/pub that will open just about anytime of the night if you have cash and a bar beside it that stays open even later. So my bellies full, the beer has made me dosile, I hit the hay hoping for a good sleep. At 03:30 the first crack of lightning hits, out I go to put the fly on and notice that the 4 guys beside me are also worried about the approaching rain...
I wonder why. Poor fella, at least there was a gazebo for him to haul his sleeping accommodations under. The dark clouds stayed so I took off early right after some shots.
It's a real pretty part of the country, dry hills, canyons, winding rivers. If you ever get the chance it's well worth the effort.
My goal for that day was a black line I had seen on the map just west of the Brownlee dam along hwy #71. I forgot how twisty that hwy #71, starts off real nice, lots of curves, stuff you can really sink into. Then it gets down to 10 mile an hour corners or less. FUN. Just after the dam I saw a sign that pointed to "Homestead", I was hot and thought it would be a good time for a pit stop. Not a mile down the paved road.
but I was determined, and after what seemed like 1/2 and hour..Homestead.
I sure laughed. And man was it hot and dusty. But again the side track adventure paid off.
Sometimes the dirt is just as interesting as the asphalt.
There are so many little spots like this in the US, nothing but a post office and a bar. From there I headed further south stopping in Kendrick. A great little town in the middle of know where. A local rider pointed out a great short cut to the #12, and this time it didn't involve dirt, Hubbard Gulch Road. Great little road brings you right up along the Clearwater River and the #12. From there I headed down the #95 thru Grangville. Once I was there I knew exactly where I wanted to spend the night, at the Swift Water RV park in White Bird right along the Salmon River, Hells canyon they call it. A real treat if you ever get the chance. There's a real decent restaurant/pub that will open just about anytime of the night if you have cash and a bar beside it that stays open even later. So my bellies full, the beer has made me dosile, I hit the hay hoping for a good sleep. At 03:30 the first crack of lightning hits, out I go to put the fly on and notice that the 4 guys beside me are also worried about the approaching rain...
I wonder why. Poor fella, at least there was a gazebo for him to haul his sleeping accommodations under. The dark clouds stayed so I took off early right after some shots.
It's a real pretty part of the country, dry hills, canyons, winding rivers. If you ever get the chance it's well worth the effort.
My goal for that day was a black line I had seen on the map just west of the Brownlee dam along hwy #71. I forgot how twisty that hwy #71, starts off real nice, lots of curves, stuff you can really sink into. Then it gets down to 10 mile an hour corners or less. FUN. Just after the dam I saw a sign that pointed to "Homestead", I was hot and thought it would be a good time for a pit stop. Not a mile down the paved road.
but I was determined, and after what seemed like 1/2 and hour..Homestead.
I sure laughed. And man was it hot and dusty. But again the side track adventure paid off.
Sometimes the dirt is just as interesting as the asphalt.
he said he has no intention of sitting down and letting old age wash over him, he's fitting with every muscle he had. Then off he went. Yet another example of the 'moments' and people I've met. The next morning I met Charlie at the Union Creek Resort, just west of Crater lake and we took off with great plans riding and adventure. We made out way up the the #138, I had told Charlie there was 'another' black lined road that would take us from the #138 to the #95 as long as he didn't mind a bit of gravel at the end. Along the #138 I realized that is where I lost half of my master link on the way home from last years rally, I laughed as I passed the spot where I was stranded and felt glad to be riding the road on two wheels again. We turned North on Steamboat creek rd. and then onto Canyon Creek rd. It most definitely was a small road, a lane wide sort of thing, nothing but tight corners with little to no viability. A great place to wind the bike out in 2nd and 3rd I thought..dumb, dumb, dumb. Anyways the rest is history. Not sure how long it took the ambulance to get there but some local forestry crews came to the bikes rescue and straightened her up and took care of the bit of gas that had spilled. And I was sure glad I carried Tramadol in my med kit that's for sure. It's a long story that I'm sure I'll share over beers with some of you again but a great Sheriff helped Charlie to retrieve the bike and his Aunt put us up in Roseburg and the next day Charlie rode his bike and I drove mine up to Vince's in a Uhaul. A couple of days later me and the bike were back in Victoria thanks to Glenn and his truck. An amazing trip, full of adventure and mishaps but all in all things couldn't have turned out better. Can't wait till the next trip!
