Friday, July 26, 2019

Riding the Rockies north

Sunday, July 21,  first day on the road, riding from New Mexico to northern Idaho to attend the United Sidecar Association National Rally in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho starting on Thursday, the 25th.

Left Angel Fire at 7:30 am, riding US-64 across northern New Mexico to Chama, NM. Stopped at the Brazos Bluff turn out for a quick snap shot. In the dark timber behind the rig is where I experienced my first elk hunt. The guide called in a young rag horn bull elk so close all I could see was fur in the rifle scope. Didn't know what part of the animal I was looking at, so I didn't pull the trigger. What a thrilling experience though. That got me hooked on elk hunting and elk conservation. Have returned to New Mexico to hunt elk several times more.


From Durango, Co, I rode north on US-550, the Million Dollar Highway. This route has been on my bucket list for many years. Why I picked a Sunday to ride it though... a big mistake. Too many tourists, too many Sunday riding motorcyclists, too many jeeps, too many tourists with the camper trailers... yet beautiful country.



Had to wait a bit before I could take this photo without all the traffic clogging the highway.



The hills are alive with the sound of...
eighteen wheelers, motorcycles, jeeps, RV's, crotchrockets, minivans pulling camper trailers, 
did find a quiet spot to take a photo of Big EZY in the mountains of Colorado.



Monday July 22nd, Day Two on the road to Idaho.

As Granddad said, "We're burning daylight. Lets get going." Was 100 degrees when we arrived in Grand junction last night. Awoke to a cooler dry 60 degrees to start to the day.




US-139 north out of Fruita, CO. Nice quiet road. No tourists or eighteen wheelers clogging it today. Still seeking out the two lane roads, avoiding the Interstate highways if at all possible.



Looking back, rode up from that valley below. 

Stepped to close to the edge, accidentally kick a loose rock and started a small avalanche... was going to yell SORRY to those below but then realized the echo might cause a rock slide behind and above me! 


Now who did that???  Nobody here but that masked stranger... with a volleyball on his head.


Crossed the Flaming Gorge Dam, stopped to look back and snap a photo. Noticed that the people working there had sidearms. Many roads across dams in the US are now closed or diverted when possible for security reasons. Things changed after 9-11.

The rain clouds are gathering... better decide when to put the rain gear on. 



Stopped to eat lunch with a Walmart ham and cheese sandwich at a turnout in Wyoming.
Overhead dark rain clouds rolled in from the west. The smell of rain filled the air.

But the rain gods took pity on me.  After passing overhead, they dumped their rain to my east and not far from where I was standing.



What I took for pity was just their toying around. An hour later the rains and pea gravel hail found me in the wide open road with no shelter in sight.


One does not see a log church very often. Here is St Hubert the Hunter Church in Bondurant, Wy. which is in the Bridger-Teton Wilderness Area.



This big critter stopped our travels for a minute or two. 

Me?  I laid still on the ground hoping it was not a meat eater (I didn't want to get mauled) or an amorous lover of sidecars.

Big EZY felt small for a change. Where is St Hubert when you need him?


Low point for the day was not the cold, or the rain, or the hail stones, but snail crawling pace of traffic into and out of Jackson, Wyoming, the doorway to the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone National Parks. Bumper to bumper tourist traffic had the only road tied up with vehicles moving slower than a two legged turtle.

Finally made Victor, Idaho for the night.


Day Three, Tuesday July 23rd: Cross lower Idaho from east to west.

On the road by 7 am, rode down to Idaho Falls then across the sagebrush lands toward Boise. Could have taken the faster route, but that would be the boring interstate highway which I try to avoid.

Abandoned little house on the prairie...
the windows and doors are gone, hopefully were recycled into a new home.


I've stayed in worst places, though I can't remember where or when. 
Hmmm, sounds like a country song. Rain clouds not far behind. 



Route 55 follows the Payette River north from Boise. 
The locals say this is some of the best whitewater rafting in the state.



A young man told me this particular spot is called Ball Buster because those two large boulders have caused more pain, even killed a few kayakers here. Is a recipe for a disaster trying to go between the two rocks. The fast changing current directions, eddy and deep hole have flipped many a kayaker. 
Said stick to the near bank and you'll get thru okay. He is young, I'll take his word for it. 



Day Four: Wednesday, July 24 

Stopped in Riggins, ID to recreate this photo, same as one I took a year ago when passing thru with the sidecamper rig.


Riggins is the whitewater rafting center for the Salmon River.  Stopped at an overlook to watch as a group of rafters try their luck with the rapids.

 They make it through. Would be bad for their tourist business if they didn't. Look like fun though.


This raft got caught going in sideways, created quite a splash of water that came into the raft, 
but they made it through without flipping over. 

Is that two legs sticking up in the front of the raft?
Aaaah, memories being made.


Approaching Lewiston, ID decided to try a road less traveled.  Route 3 angles up northeast east, coming out near Coeur d'Alene. 
Big EZY and I rode long undulating straight aways among field after field of wheat and barley. Broad fields separated by the deep green spruce canyons coming down from the north. 


Small towns with grain elevators await the fall harvest activity.


On this trip we encountered a few critters, mule deer, elk, whitetail deer, antelope, coyote, skunk,  only one bear...


After riding 1,592 miles, Big EZY and I arrived in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. Will be here for the next three days, volunteering at the gathering of sidecarists from around the country.

Ride safe and far, y'all.

CCjon

5 comments:

  1. Nice post! I was wondering which rig you were going to take...

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    1. Thanks Richard, Big EZY is now my go-to rig for cross country travel. I know the rig rides better than anything I have had before. Several engineers here have explained to me why the difference in US versus European build quality.

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  2. Rig looks good in the pics! Almost 1600 miles and no reported issues.....what speed is she happy cruising at?

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    1. Thanks Dom, no issues, no problems. Now have awaiting list of people wanting to buy Big EZY if I decide to sell. Not likely!

      She is happy at any speed, 20 - 40 - 60 -80 +. Takes it all in stride. At 65 I can take both hands off, stretch out the arms and fly.

      Has more power than needed, but nice to have when cruising at 75. Just crank it on and scoot around a big truck or bus.

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