Well, it's 4pm, here in Cranbrook, British Columbia, and Raining and miserable, so I decided to get a room, do laundry, dry out, and hopefully, tomorrow will be nicer, so I can actually see the amazing territory that I'm riding through.
Maybe I should try to stop and take some photos instead of riding through the stunning scenery and wonderfully twisty roads completely spellbound. It's so difficult to stop.
My first night, above Big Pine, CA, in an astronomy-emphasized campground, where everybody was all about the clear, dark sky, with billions and billions of stars. All I need is this bike, this tent, and this log. That's all I need.
My second night was spent in Wells, NV. This just seemed like the right thing to do, and I managed some motorcycle repairs from the convenience of my bed. I realized that i made all the way through Nevada without hitting a red light, riding 460 miles from gas station to gas station in strong winds.
Twin Falls, Idaho, was my first traffic light since California. They've got a river gorge running through town. Pretty cool.
Sun Valley, ID, has a dirt road that runs up through the valley, and across the mountains for 40 or so miles of absolutely stunning views.
I rode up the Salmon river and had too much fun to stop, except for the moment when I came around a corner at 50mph into a road repair section with two inches of gravel covering a graded road for 100 yards. I had a tank slapper that I managed to manhandle and ride through (like this), without wiping out, or stopping to take any photos (because I can't seem to ever want to stop moving).
I think that this was the first night I had actually got some good sleep. This was somewhere near the border of Montana, south of Missoula. Unfortunately, I didn't get any photos from yesterday or really any of today. It was gorgeous riding, so I kept moving through it to see what was coming up next. I managed to get 28mpg instead of 50mpg due to riding into miserable headwinds at the speed limit. Yuck. Then today, I was to hit Banff National Park and the Icefields Parkway, but I couldn't see anything off the road through the rain and spray on the visor of my helmet. I figure I've spent 1545 miles to get up here, I may as well see it!