It’s been a helluva good few weeks. It’s warm, the bike has been ridden around town like a raped ape, the Pittsburgh Penguins have won Lord Stanleys Cup, and I’ve been busier than hell. Its been way nice.
We had a hog roast last weekend for B.A.C.A. up in Heber. I’ve done it the last few years. Poker run, and a good time.
It’s time to ride somewhere and see a thing. I don’t know the north end of this area like I do the south, and it’s time to scout the perimeter. I’ve promised my youngest daughter Bri a good few days riding on the bike, and we’re doing that next weekend. I figured we’d head up to see Golden Spike National Monument, Ride up through the snake river in Idaho, and mozy our way back through Nevada and see if we can see a thing. I promised her when she turned 12 we’d do a multi-day ride, and because of the Easy Rider Tour last year I couldn’t do it. I need to keep my promise, and she seems eager to go and have a few days with Dad. We’ll have a good time. Something I hope she’ll remember. Do some tent camping, swap some stories and I think there’s even a hotel on the route to hang out in the pool and watch her be a kid. I’m pretty geeked up about it.
Trying to stay off the freeway… so the trick is to figure out a route on the way back that I can get gas in Nevada along a pretty long stretch. I’m figuring out the map. I’ll take an extra bungee and a buy a gallon gas can en route if need be. Hopefully we can make a memory.
I had an adventure to yellowstone with my Dad about her age. I remember sleeping in a 77′ Blazer, living off the road and hearing stories that I wish I could now remember all of. It made an impression. That’s the goal. She’s a good kid.
Hell yes. More to come!