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Offline trialsguy

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Bonneville 2013 (Part 2)
« on: June 29, 2014, 09:55:58 PM »
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Flamingos? Dunno. Those go-fast folks are fun.



Jon still working on the bike. Last year at one of the events, on the first run Nancy got up to about

180, and things started to go south, so she (wisely) shut down. Their riding time was about 2 minutes

for the whole event. It takes a certain mind set to be able to do that. I couldn't handle it.



Leaving. It's weird, you have "Land's End", where you check in and the salt starts, another mile or so

to the start line, then another mile or so to the impound/tech/vendors, etc., then another half-mile

or so to the pits. This is one of the weirdest things I've ever seen. Flat, totally flat, incredibly

white and blinding. My friend has a motorcycle trailer with maybe 1" ground clearance. The guy that

built it said "What!!!". But it works at Bonneville, roll the bike right up without a ramp. Weird.

Add in some of the most cutting-edge machinery on earth, screaming by in the distance at 400 mph.....



Headed east on the interstate, then south on, um... 196... back south to Dugway. The Goshute tribe

wanted to open a dump for radioacive waste on their reservation, make lotsa bucks. It didn't happen,

but here's this rather interesting sign. No doubt lots of politics and turf wars behind it.



So.... remember that couple of smokes I saw start at White Rocks? Well, here they are. I'd go put 'em

out, but it says "No Trespassing". That's one nasty fire, spotty and patchy, and burning up on a steep

rocky mountainside where only ground crews using hand tools could do anything with it. Lotsa work.

Lotsa, lotsa work.



So on back down to Dugway, and planning on spending the night at Lookout Pass, remember Lookout Pass

on the Pony Express trail? Well, here's what I saw, fire #4. Not my fault. I did see the cloud that

started it, but didn't take a photo of it. Like the other fires, it wasn't much of a cloud. Just

enough to do the job.



Closer, it's building fast. Real fast.






An Air Tractor slurry bomber appeared, made a couple drops. I can't imagine the thrill of doing a

low/slow drop like that.





This is the crew that showed up. The dirty ones were pulled off the other fire, starting on a new one.

Man, talk about bringing back memories.... do what needs doing. On a fire crew, you have no schedule.



Backed off to another camping spot, here's dinner. Kinda glad I hadn't been working on one fire all

day, then have to go on the line and work on another all night... been there, done that,

whippersnappers!



Back on the same roads, nothing new.... except a milestone, missed by a few tenths because it was a

busy highway.



From Salina, east on 70 a couple miles to Gooseberry Road. Whew! Off the pavement, taking another set

of forest roads over the hill to the next town.

Nice flowers.



High altitude stuff. Got a bit cool.



Going down, missed most of the rain (again).



An amazing stream. If I'd have seen a painting of this, I'd say "fake!". And it's not Photoshopped.

Really.



The Forest Service "Travel Management" planning system is totally screwed up. Here I am, unfamiliar

with the country, just passing through, looking for a place to camp, and I see... this. Sooo... what's

a traveler to do and stay legal? Cheesh.



Went on to the place near Loa where the trials was. Quiet, very nice, pulled up behind some big

boulders, aaahhh.... nice dinner, hit the sack early.



BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SH*T! It was 2 or 3 people with semi-automatics all opening up on something at once, shooting as

fast as they could. Very close.

I scrambled out of the sleeping bag....

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Got my shoes on, ran out to the bike and turned the ignition/headlight on and honked the horn.

Waited to see what would happen, after a minute a guy came walking up below. "Did we wake you up?"

Duh. Not to mention scaring the s**t outa me. (I've been about killed by careless shooters). "Yeah,

but I just wanted to let you know I was here". "Sorry", he said, and there was no more shooting. I

appreciated that.

Back up the same road as on the way up, different view. Love this country!



An old dude that's hanging in there. Been through a lot, still going....



Back to "civilization". I couldn't help but take a picture of this. They hung a poster up inside the

Subway, but they put it on the window... and this is the back side. Don't you dislike it when they try

to "upsell" you?



Now here's a great place. Kiva Koffeehouse, on Hwy 12, between Escalante and Boulder. I'd been past

there numerous times, never stopped. This time, I was determined to check it out.



Holy cow! What a dumb a*s I'd been. Totally different than I'd expected. Fantastic place, circular

layout overlooking the Escalante River. Great music, interesting people (and purty girls!). Good

cappucino and such, I got totally caffeined-out. Check out those big tree trunks holding up the roof.





I feared the food would be overpriced, but this is the $8 quesadilla.... great! Plenty of it, and very

very good. This is a must-stop-at place if you're going through there.



Up out of the Escalante River canyon, the road goes along this almost-scary hogback. Down, down, down

on both sides.



Through Boulder then back on the Burr Trail. Getting close to Lake Powell, I saw this on Navajo

Mountain. Fire #5. Really, they're not my fault.



First view of the lake.



Crossed on the ferry, after a mad dash to get some ... uh... provisions... and ice and still make the

departure (last one of the day). Ever seen an ice machine that took credit cards? $5.00+ for a bag.

Honestly, I'd have paid $10. When it's in the 90's and ya need it, ya need it.

Made the ferry. This was the hottest part of the trip. Pretty miserable. Forced myself to drink water,

but felt a bit weird anyway. Bad scene. Warning to riders passing through the Southwest. Drink LOTS

more water than you think you need, then drink more. Dehydration sneaks up on you, and can fog up your

mind.

But this is a gorgeous valley, Hwy. 276, where I camped on the way up.



The destination that night was Muley Point. Go to the top of the Moki Dugway, then turn west and go 5

miles along the rim. I'd been almost all the way there before on a Concours, but couldn't handle any

more washboard, and stopped at a nice place just short of the point. This time I went on... Monument

Valley is just south of there, also the Goosenecks of the San Juan.



A tank, these are really important for the desert critters.



Camp and the sunset.





More virga. Navajo Mountain in the background.



Later, in camp, I kept seeing this little critter zinging about at lighning speed. (It was dusk,

almost dark). I figured it was a little rat. Once he hid under my feet. I tossed out a piece of

lettuce, and he checked it out, but didn't like it. Maybe he hadn't seen anything that green and leafy

and succulent before, and didn't know what to do with it.

Anyway, after dinner, he streaked over to the pan (chili & macaroni-cheese) and thought that was

pretty good stuff. I think he was after the water. See how he's hanging by his hind feet? Pretty cool,

eh? I left the pan out all night.



Fantastic night! Warm, just a little gentle breeze, a zillion stars.....

Morning... geologic forces at work, big blocks getting slowly wedged off.



Along the road out, in the silt, saw these tracks. Big critters and little critters. This photo makes

perfect sense, right?



Now, here's the same photo rotated. This is weird, at least to me. Let me know if this doesn't look

totally different. Try rotating your head.



Ok, I gotta tell you about these two guys. I met them on the ferry coming back, Leon and Ray, brothers

that go out having fun every year, road trip. One has a Concours and a homebuilt airplane, the other

has a KLR.

Well, on the ferry, they asked about the road down the Moki Dugway. Sure, I said, no problem. So they

headed down that way. When I was taking the turn to Muley Point, I saw their car at the top. Hunted

them down, they said they were staying there for the night, they were really stoked (yeah, it's a

great place).

Next morning, on my way out, they were still there. They had had just as fantastic of a night as I

had. Actually, being from elsewhere, it was probably better. Don't these guys look mischievous?



A couple photos they sent me.....one from the ferry, one from Moki Dugway.





Here's their ride. Notice the GoPro stuck on top. Previous day, they got a pretty good speeding ticket

courtesy of the State of Utah. It was just 2 digits. Could have been 3, or so they told me.

Troublemakers.



Back to NM, Farmington, down to Cuba, then over the mountain rather than take the slab. From Cuba east

then south to Jemez Springs. When I hit the National Forest, I was somewhat confused by this sign.



This is the Jemez Mountains, NW of Albaturkey.



Nice campsite, near my most favorite trials place.

According to the new FS Travel Management Plan, this is illegal, as is practically all camping in the

valley. Places where people have been camping forever. Lawsuits in progress.



Took the long way down, the road goes through the Gilman Tunnels.



On the other side, and down a few miles, is the world's narrowest two-lane road.



Crass commercialism at work here. Like burgers? In NM, Blakes are all over the place, and have great

burgers. Love 'em. Get green chili and cheese on it.



See that blue bag? That's my cooler, in the Blake's parking lot. Works great. But it drips. I wish I

had a quarter for every time someone told me "Oh my gosh, your motorcycle is leaking!".



Back up the Hagan Basin road, past the casino. Something really nice happened. I hit the dirt a ways

behind a gravel truck. The truck stopped, I wondered why. Inched around and the guy got out, said he

didn't think I wanted to eat his dust, so he figured he'd let me by. WOW! I thanked him profusely,

then tried to keep ahead of him. The road was silty, I just couldn't do it. So after a bit, I gave up

and let HIM by. Very kind and thoughtful of him...



So that's almost back home, end of trip. It was fun. Similar to other trips on the Concours, but MUCH

more fun, as there were many more options as to the route, and where to camp. Loved being able to get

off onto the dirt roads. 1,940 miles. I wanted to ride around some more for an even 2k, but my butt

said "No!".


Offline bluestar

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Re: Bonneville 2013 (Part 2)
« Reply #1 on: July 02, 2014, 04:19:13 PM »
Nice pix.  :clap: Sometimes I miss the southwest.

 

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