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This is my chronicle of my occasional travels about the country. I started it in 2010 for my trip on my 2005 Harley Road King Classic for Big Daddy's Gulf Coast Gypsy Tour to New Orleans...Read below to find out about it! NEW REQUEST FOR READERS! If you are following this blog, sign in as a follower! That way I get to know who my audience is, which makes it more fun. Thanks!

In 2011 its the same destination, and its another Big Daddy Gypsy Tour, but on a different bike (my new Road Glide Ultra) and via a different route. This year is going to be in preparation for a 'Travels with Charlie' trip sometime in the future --so its camping along the way, and reporting as I have energy and internet connections.

Periodic posts will appear below, latest first. The
"Pages" down at the bottom have some information of more general applicability or interest. Enjoy! HippieDave

Thursday, October 11, 2012

WOW! What a ride!

Coming out of the Big Horn Mountains into Idaho and back into the heartland of American farm country is a wonderful transition.  Beautiful acreage, fields of grain and horses.

WOW What a Ride!

Coming out of the Bighorn Mountains and down into the plains of Idaho farm country is a wonderful transition from natural resources to cultivated America.  You drive along through flat farmland and swing around the corner, and you are overlooking the Snake River Canyon:



You drive a little further south, and you run into perhaps the perfect biker town--American Falls, Idaho.
AF has a NAPA auto parts store, a general store, a good motel, a hardware store and....tada....the Ranch Convenience Store and Gas Station.  You can't miss it, as it's the only gas station in town.  But here it is, just in case you need a picture:


Impressive no?, Well, I guess not.  But INSIDE!!!! Fresh, right out of the oven, homemade cinnamon rolls, blueberry twists, and raspberry twists; ice cream (home made), hot dogs, a full deli and --on movie nights--an old fashioned popcorn machine. I love this place!

Moving on towards Nevada and thence homeward we --oops--run into a long highway construction delay, and the Indian dies. Dead. As a doornail. Shove it off the road and wish someone would steal it so you collect the insurance irretrievably dead.


Greg has rebuilt this bike a number of times, and proceeds to do so again...he rides 30 miles to get new parts suspected of being at fault.  Other old parts are brought out of secreted corners of saddlebags and the distributor is rebuilt.  Four hours later we have a rebuilt engine that still won't start.  Enter Sean!

Actually, Sean entered a couple hours ago.  He is a trucker from Calgary Canada on his way empty into Las Vegas with his long bed/flat bed trailer.  He saw Greg digging into a ziploc bag as he roared past, and said to himself: "there's a fellow biker looking for parts."  Sean

Home from a Great Adventure

I've been remiss in posting, mostly for the lack of internet access, somewhat because of being too tired too late, and somewhat because of the simple rush of events.

When last heard from, your loyal correspondent and fellow traveler were in Yellowstone NP and oh-so-much has happened since!

From Yellowstone we headed west-southwest into Idaho, with our next overnight destination to be Elko Nevada.  Didn't make it.

We stopped briefly to view the Snake River Canyon in Twin Falls ID.  A remarkable sight despite the installation of a golf course in the bottom of the canyon.

[I have been having issues with accessing this....I will catch up someday...sorry for the inconvenience.]