Red Mountain, CO (August 18, 2007)

Photo Gallery

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Home Sweet Home

I arrived home today safe and sound and I thank God. Our travel totaled 19 days, 5,359 miles, and 17 states (West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Minnesota, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, Kentucky, Virginia, and Maryland).

To date there were 730 visits to the blog and from 18 different countries. (Wow!)This has truly been a great adventure. I want to thank Rich for deciding to come along (and Maude, his wife, for allowing it!).

I didn’t create any entries from August 21st until now. I GOT TIRED, OK! Actually, there wasn’t much to see in scenery. I had planned to stop in St Louis to photograph the arch. I missed the exit because of construction and we wound up on the other side of the river instead. I decided to keep riding toward Kentucky.

We arrived in Louisville on Friday and spent two great days with friends and family (I thank you all!!). We needed the R&R.

The trip from Louisville to home in Maryland gave me time to reflect on our journey and what we had seen and done. Was it worth it? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes. But next time it will be in an RV.

I hope you enjoyed following our journey.


Tuesday, August 21, 2007

On to Louisville

I arrived at the Colorado Springs dealership before they opened to give the engine time to cool down. Kevin, the technician who performed the maintenance, got us underway before noon.

We have approximately 1,100 miles to travel before we get to Louisville, KY on Friday and our route will take us through Kansas City and St. Louis. I didn’t take any photos of our trek across Kansas today. (By the way, I think I’m going to leave the Red Mountain photo on the blog for the rest of my trip unless I find a better subject between here and home). We had strong cross winds and dodged thunderstorms all afternoon. The temperature was around 98 degrees.

Tomorrow we will continue on into Missouri. Unless something exciting or noteworthy happens between now and when arrive in Louisville, my next post will be after we arrive there.

A short day

Our ride from Alamosa to Colorado City was only 167 miles. For most of the ride we were well below the speed limit simply because there was no need to hurry. The scenery began to return to what I would call average compared to what we have seen for the past 12 days. I suspect that it will continue this way based upon our planned Interstate 70 route back. (No more state and county roads).

We arrived in Colorado Springs around one o’clock yesterday. On our way to the motel we could see Pike’s Peak nearby. Upon checking the map we discovered that it was only 9 miles away. We pondered whether we should continue on to add it to our checklist of been there and done that. For some reason we felt that Pike’s Peak just didn’t seem to measure up (visually and road-wise) to what we have experienced on this trip. We decided to spend the afternoon at the pool.

I am off to the local dealer this morning to get my bike serviced before we head back home. A bit of sadness is starting to sit in and at the same time I’m anxious now to get back home. For me, this has been a trip that will stay etched in my mind forever. I just wish that I could have spent more time in some of the places we have visited.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Million Dollar Highway

Here is the recap of our journey from Vernal, Utah to Alamosa, Colorado on Saturday and Sunday, August 19th and 20th.

Our Saturday ride began early after coffee and a light breakfast as usual. The temperature was in the 50s. We took US 40 east toward Dinosaur, Colorado. Although this is a major US highway there was very little traffic. Once in Dinosaur I noticed a small church off to the right, the Dinosaur Baptist Church. The name brought a smile to my face. We then took state route 24 east to pick up route 139 toward Grand Junction, Colorado. This section was as remote as the section in Utah we traveled earlier in the morning. However, there was a difference in the terrain. We had moved from vast open dry plateaus to the edges of the Colorado Rockies. Many portions of these areas are marked open range. This brings me to a story about Rich’s close encounter of the bull kind. I’m going to let him tell it in his own words first. His words follow:

  • “We had entered an area of small mountains and hilly terrain, and I noticed a sign that said “Open Range Watch For Cattle”. We had seen these signs before and kinda got used to paying them no mind. The ranches out here are huge with some portions unfenced. So you could possibly see horses or cattle roaming freely, although we hadn’t seen any yet. This day would be different. As we rounded a bend, I noticed a small herd of cattle to my left a short distance away. Joe was a little ways out front, so he passed them by. However, as I approached, there was this one big bull who decided that he wanted to cross the road in front of me. When he saw me approaching, he paused on the shoulder and began to stare at me. So I stopped in the middle of the road and waited, and waited, and waited. The bull and I just stared at each other for about three minutes. There were now three cars also stopped behind me. I certainly didn’t want to do anything to excite him or annoy him; because I was in a pretty vulnerable position should he decide to charge the bike. At last he decided to slowly cross the road, and took his own good time too. I then snapped a few pictures and called him a few choice names for making me wait, but somehow he couldn’t hear me as he began to climb a trail going up the side of the mountain. After he was about 50 feet above me and a good distance away. I drove on. So from then on we began to watch for animals always.”

Now for the real story – the photo gallery evidence indicates that I was not that far in front of Rich (He took the picture.) I think it had something to do with him riding a RED bike that caused his concern.

We stopped to eat lunch about 20 miles from Montrose, CO and ran into a group of bike riders who were on their way to the grand opening of a Harley Davidson dealership in Montrose. One of the guys, Gerald, invited us to join them there since it was in our direction of travel. I included a picture of Gerald and his friends. BTW – he had an outstanding black custom show bike. We stopped at the dealership for a short time. Rich ate again. I took a look at a Harley just for fun.

We picked up US 550 in Montrose. There is a portion of this highway that is referred to as “Million Dollar Highway” and we were anxious to see it firsthand. The terrain changed again. The road followed the top of a canyon down into what appeared to be a box canyon to the town of Ouray. It began to rain just as we entered this picturesque little town that is surrounded by tall red canyon walls. We stopped to wait out the rain there. Ouray is a place I wished that I had more time to explore. However, we had to continue on to our destination for the night, Silverton.

Out of Ouray we continued on US550 and discovered some of the most awesome scenery we had seen. Red Mountain was spectacular. The road traversed up mountains passes and at times required a lot of concentration. There were signs which displayed “Motorcycles Use Extreme Caution”. Portions of the road had been washed out and were covered with mud. There were no guard rails and the drop-offs were at least a thousand feet. We pressed on slowly but were still able to take in the scenery as we rode.

Finally we arrived in Silverton, elevation 9100+ feet. This is a very small town nestled within mountain walls all around. We booked a hostel there for the night since there were no motels. The main street is paved but the side streets were dirt (actually mud from all of the rain). We turned on the road where the Silverton Hostel was located. We proceeded carefully through the mud and parked outside. Upon entering we met Robin, the owner. Robin had a very warm and humorous personality. She made our stay very enjoyable and she posed for photos with us.
When we left Silverton the next morning the temperature was 44 degrees. However, by the time we reached Durango the temperature was in the 70s. The scenery from Silverton to Durango was outstanding. But I call the scenery between Ouray and Silverton simply stunning.

We’ve arrived at our destination for tonight. Tomorrow we head toward Colorado Springs. I must have my bike serviced at a dealership there before proceeding toward home. It is clear that our journey is now winding down. We have covered more than 3,500 miles so far and we have 2,000 more miles to travel before reaching home in Maryland. Our goal now is to take it easy and ride at a leisure pace. I have one more major stop planned. I have some friends and relatives in Louisville, KY. An annual cook-out is scheduled for this Saturday and I want to be there for it.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Taking a break

I'm too tired to post today and besides its Saturday night! Had a great ride today more photos and details tomorrow.

Friday, August 17, 2007

From Wyoming to Utah

Our departure from Jackson Hole was not ideal. It was raining and the temperature was in the 50 degree range. We were prepared for such conditions and again we would not be uncomfortable during the ride.

Our plan was to follow US 189 & US 191 from SW Wyoming into NE Utah. Based upon our review of the road atlas we believed those highways would provide great scenic views and we were not disappointed. The rain cleared after about an hour and the temperature began to rise. As we rode through this part of Wyoming I now understand why it is called a “high plains” area. There were vast gently rolling plains extending to the horizon on one side and a large mountain range far in the distance on the other side. We passed a sign which displayed the name of the town, the population (50), and elevation (8,000+ feet!!). At times our bikes were the only vehicles on the road for mile after mile. This area was marked as an open range – no fences. We came across a historical marker for the Oregon Trail. I can’t imagine the determination necessary by early settlers to travel in such a desolate area. We felt alone and we were there for only a few hours. I am sure it must have taken them weeks to travel the same distance.

We crossed the state line into Utah and the terrain began to change. Huge canyons started to appear on both sides of the highway. As we continued on we crossed over the Flaming Gorge Dam. This gorge must have gotten that name because of the bright red rock layers throughout the gorge area. After crossing the dam we noticed a menacing storm forming in our path. We could see lightning strikes and it started to become windy. I checked my GPS and it indicated that our route would take us around the storm in just a few miles ahead. We managed to avoid it.

We arrived at our motel stop for the night. Rich and I began to review our route and it is clear that we do not have enough time left to see all that I had planned. I had to make a decision to omit Bryce Canyon, Monument Valley, and New Mexico from my list. My plan was ambitious and I realize now that it was indeed too much in too little time. My priority shifted to US 550 (Million Dollar Highway) from Silverton to Durango in Colorado.

Colorado, here we come!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Yellowstone & Grand Teton National Parks – Day 2

Our trip from West Yellowstone began with a bright sunny day and a temperature of forty four degrees. Although it felt cool it was not uncomfortable. My heated seat and handgrips provided just the right amount of extra comfort. Once in the park I tuned my XM radio to channel 71, Watercolors. The sounds of smooth jazz playing softly in my helmet, the smell of the cold, crisp, lightly smoke filled air, the visual stimulation provided by park surroundings, and the smooth hum of my K1200GT’s engine - - - it couldn’t any get better than this. Rich called on the CB and asked, “What’s up?” I guess I hadn’t said anything for a while. We will do that frequently if we are out of visual contact just to make sure that we are both OK.

We arrived at Old Faithful around 10:15. A park ranger told us that an eruption was expected around 11:07. We stayed for the display and grabbed lunch at the visitor’s center. Next we were off to see the Grand Tetons.

I must say that these are the most majestic mountains that I’ve seen. In some areas they are over 10,000 feet tall. Their sharp jagged edges seem like inverted spikes. The smoke filled air again prevents us from getting good photos. We saw storm clouds and lightning in the direction toward our destination, Jackson Hole, Wyoming. We put on our rain gear and headed out. By the time we got to the Jackson Hole Airport the rain stopped. We arrived at our hotel and began our quest for a great local restaurant. Tomorrow we will ride further south.