Bagger On The Go

Epilogue

2010-07-08T17:19:00.000-07:00

A pictoral summary:

Ok folks, kickstands up and headin west!

Traveling with the best!

"Dats rite, I be da Trail Boss"

"What ya lookin at, sucker"

"Hope he checked the air in the tires"

"Just crusin' dude"

"Now this is Sweet"!

"I musta got on the wrong bike".

"Hey there beautiful, need a ride"?

"Yeah Darlin, that's my bike, try out that back seat"

"No problem, we can beat the rain there"

"Hurry up, it won't last long"!

" Think I just saw Dorthy and Toto go by"

"It's gotta clear up sometime"

"Ah, now this is more like it"

"Following along the Oregon Trail"

"The Cowboy Bar, authentic old saloon in downtown Meeteetse, WY"

"Ok folks, wet the whistle and lets get back on the road"

"You meet the most interesting folks in this town"

"This looks like it might be a nice place to stay"

"Time to explore these here parts"

"What da ya mean, a mountain goat"?

"I'm telling ya, I always keep a promise"

"Shucks, I only missed one little ole turn"

"Now on the chorus, everybody sing, Water"

"Valet parking"?

"Can't you stop texting for just a few minutes"?

"Nope, never have been caught speeding"!

"Yep, she is feelin no pain"!

''You wouldn't believe the size of that grizzly"...

"Now that's what I'm talking about"

"Everybody smile"

"Whoa, they built a road just for motorcycles"

"Hey, I know a great little place for lunch over in Red Lodge. I'm sure it won't rain, just put on the rain gear as a precaution".

"Oh honey, you are way too cute"

"Easy with that zipper, sweetie"

"Hey, I gotta go pee"

"We be buds"

"Rain gear for precaution my @#&#"

"Just whose idea was this"

"The sign says the road is open, what's the problem"

"I don't remember anything about this in safety training"

"I rode three days for this"?

"Whew, now that was wild"!

"Got to get that defroster fixed"

"Can I borrow your ice scrapper"?

"Dear Lord in Heaven........"

"What a difference a day makes"

"Doesn't say anything here about restrooms"

"Awesome"

"Ok guys, we'll hold up the rock, you drive the bikes thru"

"This makes up for the blizzard"

"Just like a post card"

"Gotta get a picture of this"

"Now are they buffalo or bison"?

"Don't have any deer like that in Missouri"

"Yep, right on time"

"Hey guys, I'm ready to go again next year"

"Dang that was fun"!!!

Headin Back Home

2010-07-06T20:15:00.000-07:00

July 1, 2010, Back to St. Charles,

Lady Garmin is in charge of the shortest/quickest way home today.

We left the Minneapolis area via US Hwy 52 to Rochester, MN. 4 lane all the way - I'm feeling good. After breakfast in Rochester, Roger pushed the button for Lady Garmin to continue our trip. We left Rochester via Minn County Road 1 - I'm thinking "this may be a long day". County roads are 2 lane, plus she told us the mileage would be 101 miles to the next road change. I have to admit that the scenery was very rural - green pastures, farms both large and small, cattle grazing and cornfields in various stages of growth.

About halfway through the 100 miles, the Hwy changed to US Hwy 63 - a lot of which was 4 lane. We continue to see pretty rural country with more farms, corn, cattle, soybeans, and hay bales being made. We go through small towns and see the occasional farm implement store outside of town with new and used equipment and small country churches. I noticed a lot of American flags in front lawns, back yards, flying from businesses and churches.

This is 4th of July weekend and we are traveling through the "heartland of America". Wow, how appropriate of Lady Garmin to choose this route!!

Anyway, we made our way through Minnesota, Iowa and into Missouri, still with that rural America patriotic feeling. We came into MO on US Hwy 61 through Hannibal, then to St. Charles. I have to admit that Lady Garmin did a great job with her route selection. It's good to be home!!!

Oh, by the way,"Happy Birthday America".

Welcome to Ontario, our fifth Canadian Province in 3 days.

Beautiful Lake of the Woods.

Awesome sunset over the Lake at Kenora, Ontario.

Another great breakfast stop in Ontario's lake country.

Lake of the Woods is charactorized by countless islands and connected bodies of water, giving it 48,000 miles of shoreline.

Lined up for Customs check at International Falls.

Curious rural traffic in Minnesota.

Great to be back in beautiful rural USA.

Midwest Americana at its finest.

The Transcontinental Highway

2010-06-29T00:10:00.000-07:00

Monday, June 28,

Driving through Calgary, the day started with curious skies, but soon cleared and gave way to a beautiful day.

Typical of many of the apartment and townhouse complexes surronding the Calgary area.

Taking the Transcontinental Highway.

One quick lesson I learned was not to pass up opportunities to get gas. This part of Canada makes our remote American West look like a densely populated area. Here you don't worry about what brand, or what octane, you take what you can get, and don't pass it up. I nearly ran out and ended up going off the highway to a little town in indian country to get some. Way too close of a call.

You guessed it. Bet you can even smell the bacon, sausage and eggs cooking.

The Canadian flag is a common sight, they are proud to fly their "Maple Leaf".

Gas and a little refreshment at places like this are many kilometers apart.

While not as dramatic as the mountains and streams, mid country is still very pretty. Lots of rolling grasslands and big blue skies.

Trees like these are very scarce. Mostly around farm homes and buildings.

As we traveled farther along the way, we discovered what serious winds can occur. It obvious why they have trees around their building to serve as wind breaks.

Towns along the way are very small, as well as far apart.

Agriculture is certainly big.

A word to all my Texas friends, if you travel much in the mid Canadian Provinces, you will soon find out that Texas is not so big after all.

I dearly love Montana and traveling in Montana, but if you venture across the border to the north, you will discover a whole new meaning to "Big Sky Country".

For all the H.O.G. members, this was Million Mile Monday. For Barb and I we traveled 531 miles today, giving us credit for 1062 miles or 1712 kilometers. Tonight we sleep well.

Kootenay National Park (Canada)

2010-06-28T22:43:00.001-07:00

Sunday, June 28,

Departed West Glacier and headed up Hwy US 93 toward Canada, this part of Montana is as beautiful as any other part.
Cafe Jax
If you ever pass through Eureka, MT, you have to stop here for something to eat. Breakfast was awesome.

Crusing northbound, Rockies on both sides.

Great roads. Great views.

Our first glimpse of the Canadian Rockies.

Entering the Kootenay National Park, this sets the tone for what is to come.

A number of sightings of mountain goats, a few big horn sheep as well.

The road follows the Kootenay River much of the way.

The river, lots of trees and towering mountains.

Downtown Banff

Resevoir just outside Cochrane, Aberta.

It is impossible to properly photograph the mountains in a way to depict their grandeur. The key difference in what one experiences here is that you drive through them on very nice easy roads and view them at a bit of a distance. As opposed to Glacier Park or Beartooth Highway where one drives narrow roads that actually climbs the mountains and goes along the edges. However the Canadian Rockies are no less spectacular.

Glacier National Park

2010-06-27T20:18:00.000-07:00

Saturday, June 26

This is a good idea of US 89 from Great Falls to Glacier Park.

Lots of scenic views with the Rocky Mountains as a backdrop.

The Whistle Stop
Nice little local cafe in East Glacier, awesome smoked salmon omelet.

Inside the Grand Lodge at Glacier Park,

Lodge was originally built by the Northern Pacific Railroad to accommodate park guests.

Yes, those are pine logs serving as the main hall columns.

This is my idea of a table!

Beginning the journey through the park.

Beautiful lakes and mountains formed by glacier activity.

A biker's view of "Going to the Sun Road".

Note the "guard rail" in the foreground.

On the sides of the distant mountains can be seen the Going to the Sun Road.

The view speaks for itself.

An abundance of snow caps.

Near Logan Pass and the Continential Divide.

Typical color of the lakes.

The day was capped off with a stop in a cafe in West Glacier for a bite to eat, a huge piece of huckleberry pie and way too much huckleberry ice cream. Then to a little cabin that featured no phone, no tv, no air conditioning, just prop open the window and let the cool mountain air fill the room while we sleep. Perfect!

Headin North

2010-06-25T20:20:00.000-07:00

Friday, June 25,

Cruising through Montana

Following a leisurely departure from Cody, we began making our way north toward Montana. Others are working their way east across Wyoming, still others are headed for Utah.

We made a stop in Red Lodge to grab some great breakfast and got back on the road. Since we got a late stop we were taking some of the more expeditious roads. Only to encounter extended road construction, so much for saving time.

After a quick run along a portion of I-90, we turn onto US 89, a nice scenic two lane highway that takes us to Great Falls, MT. A few miles along the road, I noticed there were a few vehicles pulling off to the side ahead of me. As I got closer I could see they were attracted by a huge bull moose grazing out in an open meadow. This guy was BIG! I parked the bike, put down the kick stand and started looking for the camera. (Yes, I wasn't on the ball enough to have it out and ready). Now comes the frantic search, did I put it in the tour pack, not sure, the saddlebag, no, not there, tour pack again, yes, buried under a bunch of other stuff. Got it out, turned on, briefly reacquainting myself with the operation, ready to shoot. Looked up just in time to see him gallop off into the trees and cover.

I know, I know, this all sounds like an old fisherman's story of the one that got away. But we did see him. I am also aware this is not nearly as dramatic as Python's story of being nearly eaten by a grizzly, but it is about as good as I can come up with for now.

US 89 up to Great Falls is an awesome road, especially from White Sulpher Springs on up. The road follows a winding mountain stream nearly all the way. Mountains framed the setting on both sides, all punctuated with a variety of trees, meadows and wild flowers. Traffic was nearly nonexistent, allowing us to just relax and roll peacefully through nature's awesome painting. Well, as peacefully as can be done on a Harley.

Evening has us relaxing in Great Falls and wishing the best for all our other travelers.

Parting

2010-06-24T20:45:00.000-07:00

Thursday, June 24,

For many today closed out their time in Cody, much of the group loaded up and headed out to ride through Yellowstone and continued on to Lander, Wy. A few others elected other routes to begin their return to St. Charles.

Following another great breakfast at Our Place, goodbyes and wishes of safe travel were exchanged and motorcycles began their rumbling off down the highway.

As for this author, my lady and I decided to have a casual day in Cody, do a little shopping, catch up on some laundry and enjoy the town. Cody is a special place, teeming with history and charactor. It seems to transport one to a different place and time away from some of negative detractions of the rest of our country. If only all of America could get a transfusion from this awesome little town, quality of life would improve dramatically everywhere.

A perfect cap to our visit was had by visiting the famous Irma Hotel and enjoying a snack at the cherrywood bar that was a gift from Queen Victoria to Buffalo Bill Cody.

The patio at the Cody Cowboy Village is a quiet place tonight. Only us and one other couple remain. The party has moved on, somewhere in Lander it continues.

The Other Side of the Story

2010-06-24T20:10:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, June 23

This day gave us all of us a real start. There was a large bright yellow ball rising in the east, and an unbelievable amount of blue color to the sky. Finally someone convinced us that it really was normal and everything would just fine.

As many of us had discovered, the best way to start the day in Cody is to walk across to "Our Place", a local little cafe that features a 25 cent bottomless cup of coffee and the best country style home cooking anywhere. Don't be surprised if you have to wait in line for a table.

Several of our folks who survived the Beartooth blizzard of the day before elected to journey to Yellowstone National Park and check that out. Many coming back at the end of day with tales of Bison controlling the roads and on one occasion a biker being used as bait to attract a grizzley closer to the road so the other tourists can get really close up photos. Reportedly the biker surmized the situation and made the wise choice of departing the scene before he and his passenger would become an enjoyable meal for the bear that has obviously recently awakened from hibernation and has a bit of an appetite.

Those that had spent the previous day exploring the town of Cody selected this as the day they would venture their way up the Beartooth Highway. Contrary to experience of the previous day's adventurists, they were treated to a stellar experience. Beautiful clear skies, nearly unlimited visability. They were able to enjoy to complete experience of riding the best motorcycle road in America. We will retrieve some of their photos and add them to this blog.

A few others took a loop route out to the east through the Bighorn Mountains, including a magnificant ride through Shell Canyon. Wyoming has experienced unusual amounts of rain this spring so the rivers and streams were running full; making waterfalls very spectacular. The bright sunny day and comfortable temperatures seemed to be effective in bringing out the wildlife as well. A few moose and several mule deer were seen grazing casually in the open mountain meadows.

The misadventures of the previously mention ride leader seemed to still be in effect. On the return route from the Bighorn Mountains, the trip included passing through the town of Byron, Wy. There resides in this little burg a police officer that seems to be suffering some form of Dirty Harry syndrome. You sure as heck cannot get by doing 39 mph through his itty bitty kingdom. Future travelers be duly warned when passing through Byron.

Again the day drew to a close with another gathering on the patio to share all the great stories of the day and the company of fellow bike friends. The bonding of the group grew stronger with each day and each adventure. These folks will be forever united through this journey.

Beartooth Adventure

2010-06-24T14:44:00.000-07:00

Tuesday, June 22

The big day has finally arrived, after way too many tales of the greatness of the Beartooth Highway by a certain individual, it was time to encounter this momentous experience. If you are suspecting that this is the same individual that had demonstrated limited integrity at weather compentence near St. Joe, you are so right.

With a dozen bikes lined up, many with passengers, they set off for the experience of a lifetime, little did they suspect what lay ahead. Topping off the gas tanks, they set off for an awesome display of mountain beauty and great riding on the famous Chief Joseph Highway. Checking out the breath taking vistas along the way, all were just beaming with the joy of the experience. The whole while their somewhat trustworthy guide constantly remarking that this is only an apetizer for what is to come. That guide could hardly hold himself back, anxious to share the world class views and amazing switchbacks of the Beartooth Mountains.

They press on, nearing the end of Chief Joseph, it is obvious that serious clouds are setting in. A turn onto Beartooth Highway made it obvious that rain gear just may be in order. Pulling off into what may be a dubious qualification for a "pull off"; rain gear was donned with much jovality and some slight concern for weather. Back on the road and starting up the first of many mountains, it was soon obvious that rain gear was definitely necessary.

As if weather was not enough of additional flavoring for the experience, the dreaded sign that a traveler fears most, "Caution, road construction ahead". To spice things up even further an additional sign warns, "Motorcycles use extreme caution". Blissfully they journey on.

Reaching a store up the mountain appropriately named, "Top of the World"; it was time to take a break, visit a bathroom, pickup some more trinkets and briefly assess weather. By this point the rain was taking on a more interesting appearance, better known as snow. Refusing to give up hope in the leader, they ride on. Working their way further and further up the mountain, snow becoming heavier and heavier. snowflakes were now the size of quarters. When they hit you in the face they feel like frozen frisbees. Visiability is now down to barely the tailights of the bike in front of you; forget checking out the mountains that rise miles out in the distance. Carefully inching their way along, around switchbacks, up the mountain, on and on. The sides of the roads were clearly evident by the snowbanks often towering above the bikes themselves. Fortunatley through all of this, the snow was not freezing on the road surface.

Goggles had long ago fogged up and rendered themselves useless, windshields were collecting snow and ice, fairings had become covered. The whole procession had the appearance that one would more likely associate with snowmobiles rather than motorcycles.

Cresting the high point and starting the descent, the backside of the mountain was not under the same weather conditions. They were now out of the snow storm. There was a rest stop that saw the riders clearing windshields and fairings of the accumulation of snow and ice. Amazing, everyone was in great spirits, consumed with laughter and fun. Silliness subsided somewhat, bladders emptied, camera data cards filled, it was time to head on down the mountain. The ride down was much less eventful, no snow, no rain, some ability to take in the views, partially redeming the integrety of the leader.

They arrived in the quaint little town of Red Lodge and invaded a local cafe. The party was still on. There was no end to the joking, exaggerated story telling and teasing. Food was good, the friends and fellowship was spectacular. Following lunch it was time for cruising the stores and getting the obligatory shirts from Beartooth Harley.

Back in Cody the balance of our group had spent the day taking in the local sights, the town, food and all the tourist things. Way too intelligent and boring for the rest of us. The evening was capped off by a visit to the Cody Cattle Company, a buffet and outstanding music. Beverages were hoisted in celebration of a great day of adventure. Quietly a few of were celebrating the fact we made it back.

Rollin into Cody

2010-06-24T13:46:00.000-07:00

June 21,

The following morning we departed Scottsbluff and continued on hwy 26. At the town of Guernesy, Wyoming we took a break to relieve severely challanged bladders and take in the sights of Oregon Trail Ruts. Actual ruts worn into solid rock by the wheels of the wagons going west.

Trail Boss got us rounded up again and we continued on through Wyoming. He was intent on giving us a special treat of visiting the Harley dealership in Casper, Wyoming. We did all arrive as intentioned, however Trail Boss failed to notice that it is closed on Mondays. After way too much teasing, we dropped in on a local diner and filled the bellies once again.

Making our way across a somewhat barren and sagebrush infested area of Wyoming we then joined Hwy 120. A beautiful ride north out of Shoshoni through the Wind River Canyon, a winding road alongside the rapid river and a railroad, twisting and turning around a host of remarkable rock formations. Continuing our way on toward Thermopolis, we received our daily allotment of more RAIN...

We made a brief stop in Meeteetse to pay a visit to a HOG instructor but were unable to connect. He did graciously leave an open tab at the local salon to allow us a quenching of the thirst.

The rest of our journey into Cody was heralded by clearing skies, beautiful mountain views and cool comfortable weather. Checkins at the Cowboy Cody Village was a very welcome occasion followed by unloading bikes, kicking off the boots and relaxing on the patio together with pizza, beverages, and lots of laughter and good times.

Cornhusker Run

2010-06-24T13:29:00.000-07:00

June 20,

Nearly the entire night in Lincoln was filled the constant rain storms rolling through. With morning the rain had began to subside and once again the previously mentioned fool with the cell phone was consulted regarding the weather prospects. He advised we wait another hour and things should improve considerably. It is still not known why anyone listed to him.

However, the predictions did prove out reasonably true. Back on the road, cruising along hwy 34, 30 and 26 provided comfortable travel on two lane highways with a very minimal amount of traffic. There was a great stop at "Mom's Place" for incredible country style dining and then back on the road.

Much of the route we traveled from St. Joe on was along or very near the original Oregon Trail, the Pony Express route and the Transcontinental Railroad. We were rolling along through areas of rich expansion history.

The farther west we traveled the more that overcast skies were giving way to storm clouds. Checks on the weather radio broadcasts were resulting in the forecasts of possible tornadoes arriving at our destination somewhat in the vicinity of our projected arrival time. Following the brilliant advice of the day before, we decided to fore go one of our planned stops and make a run for the destination.

This time it worked out much better. We did get to Scottsbluff before the weather moved in, and we were allowed to park the bikes in under the covered drive to avoid the chances of hail. Again, it was dinner, more stories and a night's rest.

Hittin da Trail

2010-06-24T13:18:00.001-07:00

June 19th.

Promptly at 6 am Daddy O gave the command, "Saddle Up". About 15 bikes and a couple dozen excited souls set out for Cody, Wyoming. A short ride up Hwy 61 we collected another 4 or 5 bikes with riders and passengers. Additionally there were others riding independently or with friends making the journey. All with eager anticipation and a host of dreams of what may come.

Rumbled across Missouri on Hwy 36 making good time, but becoming increasingly aware of dark clouds building in the west. Ride leader was heard to ask his trusted assistant if we could make it to St. Joe before the rain? Assistant checks the radar on his cell phone and with the confidence of a fool replies, "no problem".

It was only a matter of few brief miles that a black wall of extreme storms were encountered. Not exactly sure what the official classification of the storm might have been. But there were numerous sightings of Dorothy and Toto zipping along just above the treetops.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting out the storm at a truck pull off hiding behind a truck trailer to avoid the effects of horizontal rain, those drenched adventurers were back on the road into St. Joe for a break and souvenir shopping at the H-D dealer.

The troop courageously headed on into Kansas, now in good weather but a bit taken back by the sights of several broken trees and the metal roofing of farm buildings strewn about. We did arrive in Lincoln before the H-D dealer there closed.

Some cleaning up, tending to the bikes, a bite of dinner, lots of embellished stories and we were ready to bed down for the night.
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Angel Fire

2009-07-04T10:05:00.000-07:00

In the beautiful mountains of northern New Mexico is memorial built by a father as a result of the loss of his son in Vietnam. However, this memorial is not just about his son, it stands as tribute to every American that has given their life for their country and the cause of Freedom throughout the world.

From this lofty sight, it overlooks a peaceful valley.

Many a young soldier has known the feeling of their heart wanting to write a letter to home, but the inner being struggles with what to say.

All that made the ultimate sacrifice, all the have served, all that are serving, deserve our deepest respect and sincerest appreciation.

The Rim

2009-07-04T09:44:00.001-07:00

We are all familiar with the old adage, "A picture is worth a thousand words." In the case of the Grand Canyon, there is only one word, "WOW!!!"

Enjoy the pictures, and occasionally close your eyes and you just may sense the immense stillness of the vast openess, or perhaps detect the fresh scent of pine.

The Valley

2009-07-04T09:11:00.001-07:00

Hwy 163 entering Monument Valley

Breath taking formations.

The Valley.

John Wayne will come riding along any moment.

A special moment shared with special friends.

I know I put that darn camera in here somewhere...

Mexican Hat

2009-07-04T08:47:00.000-07:00

On Monday, June 22nd, we left Cortez, CO and made our way out of Colorado and on toward Mexican Hat, UT. Again another day filled with incredible sights.

The rock formations varied in type, color and shapes.

The beauty along this route was unanticipated. But very well worth it.

At a gas stop in Mexican Hat, we came across this group of H.O.G. members from West Germany. They too were taking in the great sights of America's southwest.

And of course this segment would be remiss without a picture of the signature rock formation, the Mexican Hat itself.

Mesa Verde

2009-07-04T08:31:00.000-07:00

Leaving Durango we made our way on toward Cortez, CO. One of the great sights along the way included a ride into Mesa Verde National Park.

The 15 mile ride into the Visitor's Center was punctuated by an awesome ride up steep grades, sharp curves and switchbacks, all affording spectacular views around every corner.

All capped off by the stunning sight of the ancient Indian Cliff Dwellings.

As the sun set on this day's travels, it was abundantly evident that we were on "The Ride".

Interstingly enough, one of our newer cotravelers remarked that evening they realized that this trip was "Not about the Destination, it was all about the Ride!" As our folks were sitting around the motel that evening, the real joy of the ride was evident by the smiles on everyone's faces and the excited sharing of the day's encounters.

Mountain Time

2009-07-04T08:02:00.000-07:00

Sunday brought us clear weather, bright skies and great views of the mountains in the near distance. Anxiously, we packed up and set out anticipating to kind of ride we had all envisioned when we left St. Charles. Our expectations were exceeded. Again, people assembled into smaller informal groups with various agendas and set out to explore the Colorado Rockies.

For the most part the groups journied along U.S. 160 across Colorado making their way over Wolf Creek Pass, down into Pagosa Springs and on into Durango.

The Durango H-D dealership was open and we started arriving around 2:30 p.m. over the next hour nearly everyone from St. Charles managed to stop in and we had a great visit there. We were greeted by the Chapter Assistant Director were made to feel very welcome. While there our folks signed another St. Charles Chapter t-shirt and gave it to the Durango Chapter. Again a massive run on t-shirts occurred and many of us were trying to figure out how to stuff one more purchase into our saddlebags.

The Big Dread

2009-07-04T07:44:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning brought the reality of what most riders appreciate the least. RAIN! And lots of it. Not intending an over play on words, but that really dampened many plans for taking in the town of Dodge. There were a varety of strategies being employed for moving on. Some electing to make early starts to try to get away from the rain, others trying to wait it out and see if it might improve. And combinations of each of the above. Unfortunately, rain was all across the rest of Kansas and on into Colorado.

Several did manage to get in a visit to Dodge City H-D where of course a run on t-shirts occured. One bike was in need of minor electrical repair, another added some highway pegs. The last of the group made a much later than anticipated departure from Dodge, but the rain was still coming down. The dubious leader of the last group was attempting to leave town via a road that would avoid the contruction going on in town on the main road. However, after a short distance out into the country, it was discovered that the road was closed. Unfortunately it was a narrow two lane local road and while turning around was not an issue for the motorcycles, it did present a serious challenge for the motorcoach and trailer. However the experienced skills of the driver prevailed and was able to get back onto the original route.

With stops to fill gas tanks, take a break from riding in the rain, drying off googles, etc. We were all able to make it onto Trinidad, CO. The last group was fortunate to have the weather improve and were able to enjoy taking in the wide open spaces along the Sante Fe Trail.

Saddle Up

2009-07-04T07:20:00.000-07:00

While the advertised start date for "Run to the Rim" was June 19th, many anxious souls departed on Thursday the 18th, electing to make shorter rides of the trip to Dodge City and take in some additional stops and sights along the way. As for the rest, approximately 24 people on 14 bikes met at St. Charles Harley-Davidson on the morning of Friday the 19th. A few brief instructions and we were on the road, including Alan and Mary Lou providing support assistance with the motorcoach and trailer.

We made our way accross Missouri on I-70 and was in Olathe, KS by 11:30 a.m. There we were greeted at the H-D dealership by the local H.O.G. Chapter who had so graciously put together a cookout for us.

To show our appreciation, we signed a St. Charles Chapter t-shirt and gave it to the Olathe Chapter. Also compliments of St. Charles H-D, we gave them t-shirts from our dealership to be distributed as they deem appropriate. Some of the ones that had departed St. Charles on Thursday now had joined us at Olathe.

Tummies and gas tanks filled and bladders emptied, we were back on the road again. Continued on the Interstate to Emporia then switched to U.S. 50 for the rest of the ride to Dodge City. Once on 50, the traffice issues were much lighter and the ride more relaxed. It did make for bit of a long afternoon, but we all safely arrived and were ready to relax. The biggest challenge turned out to be with the motel. It seems that they had sold out some of the reserved rooms for about 6 or 8 of our group. I think most of us would concur that avoiding Travelodge in the future would be a good idea. Especially the one in Dodge City. All that aside nearly the entire St. Charles group were now in Dodge and were getting ready for the rest of the run.

The Parade

2008-08-30T22:41:00.001-07:00

The key event that really strives to bring together the Harley riders and the local community is the parade. At the head of the parade is the segment known as the "Parade of Flags". Each HOG chapter in the world has the opportunity to participate and carry their own chapter flag. This year Mike and Jill Araiza represented the St. Charles Chapter and carried the chapter colors, representing us all.

There was over seven thousand participants in this year's parade. The logistics of the staging process was such that we were not able to hook up with Mike and Jill and get their picture with our flag. Should such a photo become available, will be sure to get it added.

For the rest of us, there was an extended wait just to get into the staging area. Lots of stop and go, in some instances, merely pushing the bikes along a few feet at a time. However, it did afford lots of opportunity to meet others around us and share the delight in our plight. Yes, that is sarcasm.

However, in reality everyone did take it all in stride and really made the best of the situation. As I have mentioned before, HOG people are indeed some of the best that one could ever find. They are a cross section of societies and cultures from literally all over the world. Yet the commonality of a motorcycle, a specific motorcycle, breaks down all barriers and unites us all in sister and brotherhood that transcends the differences.

From the very moment we made our way out of Miller Park onto the streets, the sight of the number of people that turned out to see the parade was nearly overwhelming. There were countless hand held signs stating "Welcome".

Both sides of the streets were lined for the entire four and a half miles of the route.

The parade ended at the lake front bring us to the Summerfest grounds, which was the sight of much of the Celebration activities.

Friday Along the Lake

2008-08-30T21:51:00.000-07:00

It was a bit of a challenge to figure out just exactly where to go and what was going on. The entire Celebration event consisted of multiple venues in a variety of locations along the Milwaukee lake front. While the setting was incredibly beautiful and there were a lot of things to take in, it was a little confusing trying to get a handle on it all.

We decided to spend some of our day exploring the lake front areas from well south of the city to the near north side communities. What a awesome experience that turned out to be. Will have to give the overall Milwaukee communities credit for what a beautiful setting for the entire city. Was really impressed with the number of parks located along the lake. They provide a lot of locations for people to enjoy awesome parks in picturesque lake shore settings.

Our decision to explore the area was apparently a popular one. There was a lot of others out doing the same thing. The ample supply of shore line made it possible for many of us to be out and about and yet it seemed there was no threat of congestion.

Scenes like the one above were found in various forms throughout the Milwaukee neighborhoods. While we did not stop and partake of their apparent generosity, they certainly did convey a strong sense of hospitality. We did eventually make our way down to the lake front areas were some of the 105th venues were being held. After lots and lots of walking and looking and seeking and searching, we were finally able to find some information to better help figure out what the overall layout of the celebration was. By this time we were exhausted, but we did have a strategy for the next day.

25th Anniversary of HOG

2008-08-30T21:04:00.000-07:00

El Groupo Foto

The St. Charles Missouri HOG Chapter of HOG was very well represented in Milwaukee.

The turnout of HOG members for the 25th Celebration was amazing, multiple parking lots were filled with motorcycles and the early arrivals had formed a line waiting to get in that circle the entire parking lot two times. It appeared that perhaps HOG organizers were a bit overwhelmed with the turnout. One thing readily apparent to this observer was that in spite of the fact that the magnitude of the crowd surpassed the capability of the venue, HOG people were amazing well mannered and respectful to each other continuously. They are really the very best people.

The crowds were huge, the entrance gates were working at full capacity all day long. Roads and entrance ramps leading into Miller Park constantly had lines of bike lining up to get in.

The bike show featured some very incredible looking bikes and attracted lots of attention.

In honor of the 105th Anniversary of Harley Davidson, this creative individual was able to mount 105 American flags on his bike.

The lineup of entertainment was remarkable, top performers were working the sound stage all day long and into the night. Certainly something for everyone.

Our ole buddy Bubba Blackwell was on hand as well as the Seattle Cossack, Indianapolis Police Drill team, Marion County Motorcycle team, and Bruce Rossmeyer's team. All doing their constantly amazing feats.

And if all that wasn't enough, you could take your shot at riding the bucking hog.

Run to Milwaukee

2008-08-30T20:22:00.000-07:00

True to his punctual form Capt. Icerider had us all lined up, organized, briefed and ready to roll at 6:30 am on Wednesday morning. 15 scooters and a lone pick up truck had assembled for the trip and eagerly heeded all instructions. At his command engines fired up, kickstands snapped up, transmissions clunked into gear and clutches let out. Hatchet put a block on West Clay and we were on our way. We effortlessly made our way through the St. Louis morning traffic and soon found ourselves rumbling into the Land of Lincoln.

Well planned and scheduled fuel and rest stops had us stopping almost exactly every 100 miles. This seemed to work out very well for all fuel tanks and with a bit of squirming and gritting of teeth, the bladders were forced into the compliance with the plan.

Amazingly, each leg of the trip went by very quickly. The weather was nothing short of incredible and all riders did an absolutely remarkable job of riding in great group formation. Thanks to the help of good ole CB's, negotiation of traffic and lane transitions became poetry in motion.

Out third stop found us in Rockford, Illinois topping off the tanks and tummies as well. Additionally we had the extra treat of dropping into Kegel Harley Davidson just make sure that we were not passing up any absolutely "must haves". After all can't take a chance on not finding anything to buy when we get to Milwaukee.

Leaving Rockford we got away from the Interstate for a little while to avoid some construction work and the hassle of toll booths. We were rewarded with an extra bonus of riding through some beautiful countryside out of northern Illinois and into Wisconsin. Ultimately we were back on Interstate and rumbling along into Milwaukee. Rolling into the hotel parking lot was indeed a welcome site. We had just put in nine hours and the rapid check in work of the desk clerks was a super bonus that got us into our rooms and a dash through the showers to freshen up for a bite of dinner.

Oops!!!

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Our plans for making it home on Tuesday were foiled. We had been skirting bad weather all day and made it as far as Monroe City, MO before having to succumb to the rain. The farther east we rode, the darker it was getting. We decided to take a break and give the weather a chance to clear up. While waiting we encountered travelers coming the other way, they were full of tales of hardest rain ever and water covering the road. Repeated checks on the weather radar confirmed that things were serious and our intended route would be compromised for quite some time. We decided to check into a local motel, spend the night there and not temp bad weather and oncoming night conditions. Under most circumstances traveling by motorcycle is the greatest experience ever, however there are times where good judgement and caution need prevail.

Heading Home

2008-07-08T17:58:00.001-07:00

Monday morning and time for us make are way back to Missouri. However, we don't simple load up and look for the quickest way back. No, instead we once again get on the Iron Mountain road, just a great ride in the Black Hills with its numerous winding curves, 3 times it loops up over itself and the two tunnels that line up to give a straight through look at Mount Rushmore in the far distance.

Then it is on to Custer State Park and the Wildlife Loop Drive. Very scenic with opportunities to take in the wildlife in residence there.

As you ride along the drive there are signs posted stating, "Buffalo are Dangerous, Do Not Approach". I would like to recommend a couple of additions for their signs. "Buffalo Poop on the Road Causes Slippery Conditions", and "Buffalo Galloping Toward You Should Be Considered EXTREMELY DANGEROUS". Just a couple of our observations.

Pronghorn (Antelope) are just too cute to be dangerous, actually they are quite shy.

Leaving Custer State Park, we continued on south into Nebraska, eventually turning onto state highway 2, which takes us across a great deal of the state. Nice scenic, low traffic, 2 lane road, great drive. We made it to Grand Island for the night. A very long, but very good day.

Black Hills

2008-07-06T19:09:00.000-07:00

Mount Rushmore

A visit to the Black Hills by a biker means at least three things, Sturgis, great roads to ride, and Mount Rushmore, in that order. I suspect that some of you made have a few others you might suggest as well. However, these would be on just about everybody's list. We had planned on just passing through, but instead we took an extra day and took in some of the high points. So glad we did. The roads and riding in the Black Hills are absolutely fantastic. This year especially so, there has been an unusual amount of early summer rain and everything is very green and lush. The Sturgis rally goers will be in for a great treat this year. And Mount Rushmore never seems to lose it's splendor either. Always an impressive sight.

Crazy Horse Mountain

We stopped by to check on the progress at Chief Crazy Horse, that work is still moving forward. This is a visit that I also highly recommend. The story of the sculptor and the sculpting is every bit as impressive as the character of Chief Crazy Horse himself. An amazing story to behold.

The Eye of the Needle

Those of you that have ever ridden the Needles Highway have this sight permanently engraved in your memory of favorites. As I have already mentioned, the menu of spectacular roads in the "Hills" is awesome. In this same area you need to make sure you experience the Iron Mountain Road as well.

Downtown Keystone

The town of Keystone itself is a very picturesque sight as well. Lots of shops, restaurants, stores and places to stay, all within view of Rushmore. A really quaint little place just to relax and spend some time, oh sure, money also....

Git-A-Long Day

2008-07-06T18:53:00.000-07:00

After one last hearty breakfast at "Our Place", it was time to say our farewells to all in Cody and hit the road. For us that was not an easy task, we had so much enjoyed our stay and especially the awesome hospitality of Rick and all the staff at the Cody Cowboy Village. Our stay there could not have been more comfortable, relaxing or enjoyable. If any of you ever make to Cody, be sure to stay at the CCV. Highly recommend you make reservations well in advance, they are very popular.

Apologize for the lack of photos on this segment, we do have some, hopefully I will get to add them later. So be sure to check back.

The ride from Cody to Sheridan, Wyoming was every bit as spectacular as most of the scenery that we had experienced. U.S. 14A through the Bighorn Mountains will have you spellbound with every curve and crest. The highest point is about 9400 feet, so plenty of very cool air and great views. We did something that we had not done for several days, we took an interstate highway. But, we were wanting to make some time and get to the Black Hills early in the evening. That strategy worked out. We got there, made our way down to Keystone and settled in for the evening with plans to spend the next day in the local area and take in some of the sights.

Yes that's the setup for the next posting.

Celebration

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4th of July, Cody Wyoming, children, moms, dads, families, cowgirls, cowboys, servicemen and women, veterans, police and firefighters.

A parade, bands, music, marching, floats, flags, waving, cheering, saluting, patriotism, pride, honor, respect, thankfulness, appreciation, love, understanding, joy.

Good people, caring people, rugged people, strong people, understanding people, hospitable people.

A richer slice of Americana I have never witnessed.

Cody Stampede

2008-07-04T20:25:00.001-07:00

Our trip to Cody would not have been complete with taking in some rodeo. Well, that we did. During our time there the Cody Stampede was held, this is the big four day event for professional rodeo. We managed to take in two nights of the spectacle. Our first night there was punctuated with a severe thunderstorm complete with lightening and heavy rain. That didn't stop them, the show went on.

Bareback Bronco Riding

Calf Roping

The Women's Barrel Race

The ever popular Bull Riding

The Rodeo Clowns

Here the clown is distracting the bull as the rider is hitting the ground.

The local fireworks show capped off a great evening for the last night of our visit.

Parade

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Celebrating the 4th in Cody.

Shriners

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Have a Parade and the Shriners are sure to be there. These guys are doing their routine through the wheels of the monster truck.

Hole in the Wall

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Picture taken from the porch of the original cabin used by Butch Cassidy, Sundance Kid and the Hole in the wall Gang.

Trail Town

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Located on the original site where Bill Cody planned Cody City. Today this village is made up of original and historic buildings from around the area.

Homework Assignment

2008-07-04T14:26:00.000-07:00

Ok blog fans, pictured is the grave site of Jeremiah "liver eating" Johnston.

Your assignment is to determine how he got his nickname and post the answer in the comments.

Food Update

2008-07-04T12:29:00.000-07:00

I bet some of you becoming seriously concerned, I haven't mentioned eating for awhile. Well relax, all is well in that category. Right across the street from where we stay is the best breakfast place iin Wyoming. "Our Place". When you walk in the front door you are greeted by Ida Helen, her name alone tells you are in for great home style cooking. Yes, the sign is correct, 25¢ coffee.

There other great places as well, Wyoming Rib & Chop, the famous Irma Hotel and several others. I suspect we may be traveling home with an extra pound or so.

Our Place

2008-07-04T12:02:00.000-07:00

If you are ever iin Cody, you have to stop in here.

Old Faithful

2008-07-03T21:25:00.000-07:00

The signature feature of Yellowstone National Park.

Early this morning, our friends Dave and Kim departed for home with North Platte, NE the goal for today.

Barb and I are staying in Cody a couple of more days. Today we rode to Yellowstone, which is only about an hour away. Had a great day, beautiful weather, wildlife, and lots of fellow visitors. It was also good to see new growth of nature overtaking the destruction of the past forest fire. The winter and spring appears to have been good to the park, bringing out an abundance vibrant vegetation.

Who really owns this road?

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Totally undaunted by all the visitors, this group of bison casually make their way down the road.

Thursday July 3rd

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One of the many beautiful meadows that are plentiful throughout Yellowstone Park. If you look closely you may be able to make the elk in the near grass.

Thursday, July 3rd

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View of Lake Yellowstone.

Wow

2008-07-02T08:13:00.000-07:00

Dave and Kim at Beartooth Pass

Today's blog is submitted by guest bloggers, co-riders, Dave and Kim. We approached the day leisurely, got on the bikes around 8:00 a.m. and cruised the curvy highway to Red Lodge Cafe. Toni, our waitress from the Chrome Bar the night before, recommended the establishment, nestled midway down the street of quaint buildings. After breakfast, we strolled the sidewalks until we stumbled into Montana's Candy Emporium to discover every sweet treat imaginable including childhood favorites and samplings of Huckleberry flavors. Also visited the HD store where the guys logged our mileage from the day before for HOG's Million Mile Monday. One of the sales ladies pulled up pictures of Bear Tooth Highway on the Internet explaining that there was ten feet of snow up there a couple of weeks ago and that the temperature would be 30 degrees lower than the 70 degrees we were feeling currently. She was accurate in her statement.

Red Lodge Cafe in downtown Red Lodge, Montana

Cruising the Beartooth Highway on July 1st

We put on our leather and zig-zagged up the switchback highway. The scenery was extraordinary. Each turn featured a magnificent view of the mountains surrounding us. Roger asked us what we thought, and we replied, "Wow!" there simply was not a better word to describe the beauty of the terrain, sky and the glory of God's hand found in nature.

The Bear's Tooth

Name sake of the Beartooth Mountains, note the fang like rock formation.

This is Roger and Barb's third visit out west. It is no wonder why they love this trip. It has been a wonderful opportunity to experience this tremendous display of beauty with such admirable individuals. Our love of the road, food and fellowship has developed a remarkable camaraderie.

Chief Joseph Highway

It took us nearly 8 hours to travel the 100 miles of scenic Bear Tooth and Chief Joseph Highways to Cody, WY, worth every minute. Cody has a small town feel, with lots of activity. It boasts a nightly rodeo, interesting historical sites, Buffalo Bill's Historical Center and more. Our accommodations are phenomenal, as is the owner of Cowboy Village. The decor is log cabins and cowboys, as one might suspect, but the beds are the best in the west. It surprises you with a rustic elegance.

Cody Cowboy Village
After dinner at the Rib & Chop House, we attended the Stampede Rodeo. Fortunately, we sat in the grandstands protecting us from inclement weather. Out of the blue, a wicked storm blew through including down pours and lightening taking out the lights and scoreboard. But the show went on. The participants and commentators never missed a beat, they continued to perform without hesitation. It was another amazing evening of our adventure, WOW!

Dave and his new friend, the chipmunk

Absarokee

2008-06-30T21:35:00.001-07:00

Monday was a long travel day that brought us to an off the beaten path, incredibly quaint little lodge in the small Montana town of Absarokee. Known as Stillwater Lodge and operated by a sweet lady that goes by the name of none other than "Mother Theresa". Reservations were made in advance and was instructed that the key would be hanging on the porch light.

All was as promised, along with a quiet a little town, surrounded by beautiful mountains and cool night air.

Montana Harley Davidson

2008-06-30T21:10:00.001-07:00

One of the more unique looking dealerships. Great service, got us right in, oil changed and back on the road.

Defeated !!!

2008-06-30T20:15:00.000-07:00

Monday morning we saddle up the scooters and departed Glacier to start our next leg of the trip to Beartooth. Our route took us along the incredibly scenic Flathead Lake. Along the way we stopped in Woods Bay to have a little simple breakfast. Yep, it's food time again. For the first time ever we encountered a waitress that was constantly warning us about the size of the order portions. Dave and I were contemplating the 3 egg omelets, she challenged us, recommending the 2 egg instead. Barb was wanting the Kazz Scramble special, the waitress advised ordering the child's portion. We reluctantly accepted her recommendations, but did. As it turned out she was so right. We couldn't eat it all. We have no idea who in the world the regular size orders might be for. We left totally stuffed, but very satisfied. The food was outstanding.

On the road again we followed along the rest of Flathead Lake, taking in it's awesome views. We made our way to Missoula, MT where we had arranged to have oil changes on the bikes.

Glacier National Park

2008-06-29T23:25:00.000-07:00

Today is not about travel. Today we visit perhaps the most scenic park in America, with its majestic mountains, snow capped peaks, cascading streams and waterfalls, forests and grand views. Truly a breath taking experience.

Going to the Sun Road

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The spectacular views of these incredible mountains are beyond description. When we arrived at the east entrance this morning we learned that the road was not open all the way through the park. So we journeyed in as far as allowed, then went back out and rode around the outside of the park to the west entrance.

After a bit of rest and late lunch, we proceeded into the park again. This time we encountered construction, unpaved roadway, one lane traffic, loose gravel, all the things you dread on a motorcycle. We did make it up near the highest point however, and were rewarded with spectacular views. This did turn out to be an awesome day.

Returning to the village of West Glacier, we did manage to find a little pie and ice cream to cap off the evening.

Lake McDonald

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This beautiful lake is located on the west side of the park. Fed by ice cold streams that are created by snow melts up in the mountains.

Glacier Park Lodge

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The Glacier Park Lodge was originally built by the Northern Pacific Railroad to accommodate visitors to the park.

Cut Bank

2008-06-28T22:36:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning we left Medora, and shortly were into Montana. There was one very important business to be done however. And that we were able to accomplished with the help of C's Family Cafe. One of those awesome local places where the parking lot is filled with local pickup trucks, old cars and motorcycles. All the telltale signs of great food. We put down a huge breakfast, talked with some of the patrons then headed off to spend the day traveling across Montana on simple two lane roads.

What an awesome treat, we had long stretches of road all to ourselves, the winds had diminished from the day before, there was lots of sunshine and great Montana scenery.

The further west we traveled, the prettier the skies became. A lot of the country is farmland, so there was lots of greenery in the fields. Just beautiful.

It was nearly a 500 mile day, but we made to Cut Bank, MT in time to relax, clean up the bikes, and of course a nice dinner. Tomorrow we head off to Glacier National Park.

Pitchfork Fondue

2008-06-28T22:04:00.001-07:00

Leaving Fargo, we got on I-94 and headed west. We had dinner reservations in Medora, ND, and the delay for the nail in the tire had somewhat compromised our schedule. We pushed the Harleys pretty hard, but were battling a severe headwind, often times gusts as high as 45 mph. We had over 300 miles to cover. We pressed on, keeping our stops brief, not wasting time. The ride across North Dakota was actually scenic, more than I had anticipated. Our only issue was dealing with the winds. But we made it, even had a small amount of time to spare. Medora is a quaint little historic town in one of the most scenic spots in North Dakota. The area is referred to as the Badlands of North Dakota and is somewhat similar to the South Dakota Badlands, but on a somewhat smaller scale. Perhaps more scenic however.
Time for dinner, you definitely have our patterns down by now. They feature a unique means of cooking steaks there. As in the picture above the steaks are put on pitchforks and are then cooked in cauldrons of fondue. A very unique and tasteful experience. While dining on the steaks we were afford an extraordinary view of the area from our location on a high hill and were serenaded musically as we ate.

With our appetites satisfied, a brief look around the area and town, we settled in for some sleep and much needed rest from a very good but eventful day.

Nailed

2008-06-28T21:18:00.000-07:00

Friday started out with a bit of a concern, I had noticed the day before that I seem to having a problem with the rear tire on the bike. I checked the pressure before getting on the road and the pressure was down very notably, so I aired it up with idea of keeping a careful eye on it as we continued on.

One of my desires was to stop at the Harley dealer in Fargo, ND to say "hello" to the owner Del Hofer. I had the tremendous privilege to meet Del at a number of the Harley Owners Group training seminars given by Harley Davidson. Del is a true "guru" of our sport, his insight into the enjoyment of riding and the huge joy of the fellowship of our fellow Harley riders is second to none. We had spent the night at Alexandria, MN, about 100 miles from Fargo. We made it to Fargo without any problems, including a stop for breakfast. Yes, the food ingredient in our travels arise again. Upon arrival at the Fargo HD store, I quickly checked the rear tire, sure enough the pressure had dropped again. I now know that I have a real problem. I quickly went to the service department and explained my predicament. They were right on it and checked it out. A nail. There is no repair for a nail in a motorcycle tire other than a new tire. So, a new tire it is. With that in process, I set about to find Del and see if we could have a little bit of his time.

What a gracious and accommodating host. He did recall our having met, in particular the time in Billings, MT when Barb and I were hobbling around the National HOG Rally on crutches due to a couple of broken legs. Not only did he share his time with us, he gave us the tour of his store and then took us to a separate building where he kept his personal collection of older motorcycles.

Del has 47 different Harleys in his collection, several one of a kind, and many that are certainly rare in number. Each one has a special connection to the former or original owner of which Del knows or has some knowledge of. Each one is a special story.

Here I am standing next to a 1919 model equipped with skis.

Dave is surveying a number of the bikes in the collection.

Here Del is pictured with the very first motorcycle he ever owned. The story of how he came to own it as a youngster, having sold it and then how it returned to him many many years later is totally amazing.

The time we had with Del was fabulous, he shared so much, and was so hospitable. He is definitely one of the most incredible people that one could ever meet. We were so honored to have this time with him. Meanwhile, a new tire was installed on my bike and we were ready to continue our travels. We bid him a farewell, shook hands, got the bike with the new tire, and of course with a few new shirts as well, and got back on the road.

Heading North

2008-06-26T20:10:00.000-07:00

Thursday opened under threatening skies across Iowa, a check of the radar images confirmed that it may be a challenging day. However, directly north of us the skies did look somewhat more promising, so off in that direction we went. Our first stop was in Amana, Iowa, location of the historic Amana colonies. Recommend that everyone look it up on the web and see what you may learn.

The main object of our visit was The Colony Inn. Yes, you guessed it, food is involved. They serve a sit down family style breakfast. No menu, no ordering, you just sit down and they start bringing out the food. Everything from fruits, to homemade bread, preserves, eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, etc. You guessed it, as soon as you clean off one platter, they fill it up again. Finally we had to surrender or motorcycle tires were in serious jeopardy.

Back on the road we headed toward Cedar Rapids, riding through the town was a sobering experience. In spite of all the coverage we have seen on TV, the impact of driving through the city streets, seeing the water marks high up on the sides of the buildings, the amount of destroyed furnishings and household item piled along the street to be hauled away, all was shocking. The scene of devastation and damage is indescribable.

As we continued north we did run into some showers near Waterloo. We were ready with our rain gear and were able to handle it quite well. In a short while we were out of the precip and moving toward better looking skies. A stop at a rest area near the Minnesota border afforded us the opportunity to look at the current weather radar. Nearly all of Iowa was have some type of heavy storms and rain. We indeed had been very fortunate.

Traveling through Minnesota found us enjoying clearing skies and lots of sunshine. The only downer was our encounter with rush hour traffic around Minneapolis, what a nightmare. Once past that we had really nice ride northwest across the state on I-94. Actually very scenic and enjoyable. Night time has us bedding down in Alexandria, MN. Today's travels covered 550 miles, bringing our total to 730 thus far.

On Our Way

2008-06-26T14:10:00.001-07:00

We finally got on the road late Wednesday afternoon, had a pleasant ride up through Missouri on US 61. In northern Missouri the effects of flooding was very evident, in some places right up to the edge of the highway. Some stretches had sandbags right along the edge of the pavement.

As we approached Iowa an ominous storm was directly in our path. We pulled off the road, took a coffee and dessert break while allowing the storm to move off to the east. The strategy worked. As a precautionary measure we donned rain gear, but arrived in Fort Madison, IA without encountering a drop of rain. Proof positive that strategic sweets are a valuable asset

On The Road Again

2008-06-22T19:11:00.000-07:00

Greetings All,

Yes, we are getting ready to venture out onto the roads of America one more time. This time we are being joined by two of our very good friends and fellow members of the St. Charles Missouri HOG Chapter, Dave and Kim. They will be sporting a brand new '08 Harley Ultra Classic. No doubt that will add greatly to their enjoyment of this journey. Our intended itinerary is as follows:

Depart Wednesday evening June 25 for Fort Madison, Iowa.
Thursday, 26th, will be a breakfast stop in Amana, Iowa and on north through Iowa and into Minnesota. Hopefully flood waters will not be a major factor.
Friday, 27th, will be a quick stop in Fargo, ND and on across to Medora, ND for some pitchfork fondue.
Saturday, 28th, on across North Dakota and northern Montana following the Lewis and Clark Trail.
Sunday, 29th, will be a leisurely ride through Glacier National Park and stop for the night in West Glacier, MT.
Monday, 30th, an early morning ride along Flathead Lake, a visit to Missoula, Mt and on to Absarokee, MT for the night.
Tuesday, July 1st, breakfast in Red Lodge, then the ride over the Beartooth Highway and Chief Joseph Highway in to Cody, WY.
July 2nd, 3rd and 4th will all be in Cody.
Dave and Kim will depart on Thursday, July 3rd to head back home for family events. We will be leaving on the 5th heading for the Black Hills in South Dakota.
July 6th will be on the road home, arriving on the 7th.

Hopefully I will be able to post our experiences each day and share a few photos of some the awesome scenery along the way. Your comments are also very welcome. Look forward to having each of you be a part of journey.

The Parade

2008-05-27T07:23:00.000-07:00

As noon arrived we made our way through an ocean of bikes to find our ride. In short order we heard the sirens of the Police bikes making their up out of the staging lot and onto the street, signaling the start or the parade. In short order, bikes were starting up and began departing in columns of two.

As we rolled out onto the exit road, already we were seeing people that had come to see us. We then turn onto Memorial Bridge crossing the Potomac River and see an impressive view of Lincoln Memorial ahead of us. By now the walk ways on the bridge are filling with more onlookers.

As we progress the scene becomes increasingly overwhelming. People waving, some giving thumbs up, lots of applauding, smiles and cheering. On the back of my bike I am flying two large 3 ft x 5 ft flags, one American, one POW/MIA, many obviously being veterans would salute the nations colors as I rode by. Approaching the corner to turn onto Constitution Ave, stood a Marine in dress blue uniform, at attention, in the middle of the street, saluting the entire parade as they rode on either side of him. He remains there for the several hours it takes the procession to pass.

Rounding the corner on to Constitution Ave presents an incredible sight, even larger numbers of people lining the street, motorcycles now forming to four abreast formation and the dome of the Capitol Building in the distance. My minds overflows with many many thoughts, memories, and deep humility. Here I am, grew up a simple farm boy, served in my countries military, extremely blessed with quality of life and family, enjoy freedoms beyond the imaginations of most of the world. And I get the extreme honor to ride through the capitol of the greatest nation on earth to pay tribute to her military veterans, living and dead, and continue the awareness of those who have never returned. Yes, the emotions and feelings are running high.

The parade route takes us up to the Capitol building on Constitution Ave and then back westbound on Independence Drive. Even the names of the streets seem to have an extra special meaning on this day.

In what seemed like just a few brief moments, the parade ride is over. There are still thousands of others behind us, thousands still waiting at the Pentagon to depart. More and more riders doing their participation, the entire spectacle will go on for hours. For us, we gather our thoughts, our impressions, feelings and emotions and begin to look toward preparing for our journey home.

We leave Washington with many things in our hearts and minds that were not there when we arrived on Friday. We travel out through Virginia following old US 50, taking us through the country side where there are still many glimpses of what it was like when originally settled. On into West Virginia through the mountains with winding road and spectacular views. We stop for the night in Clarksburg having one last dinner together with our traveling friends. The experiences of the last several days has formed a bond amongst us that will not soon be lost. Much of what we have seen and experienced together will never be capable of being contained by words. To make this journey with great friends that truly love their country; that truly understand the value of freedom and the price that has and is still being paid for it, is a great privilege.

The motors are purring,

The pipes bellow that sweet sweet sound,

All in formation,

We are homeward bound.

Rolling Thunder

2008-05-25T07:12:00.000-07:00

Its Sunday morning, we make our way through Arlington to the Pentagon parking lot for staging in the Rolling Thunder Parade. As we roll into the lot to join the other thousands of bikes with the Pentagon building providing an awesome backdrop, one cannot help but feel a lump in the throat at the sight of such a gathering.

As the morning continues on, thousands of bikes are constantly arriving. We have been here for 4 hours and they are still pouring in. An amazing outpouring of support and participation. Our total staging time was 5 hours. However, the time goes by amazingly fast. There plenty of places in the shade to rest and visit with other participants. For many of us veterans it affords a great opportunity for us to move about and meet other vets. Many times I have met other vets that had served in Vietnam at the same time and in some of the same areas where I had. And of course that has led to the sharing of many stories and experiences. It is impossible to put into words the connecting and bonding that takes place in that staging area each year. There is no doubt there has been much healing take place there.

Arlington

2008-05-24T20:17:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning we rolled out the bikes and rode to the Arlington National Cementary. Doing this independent of RFTW afforded us the opportunity to take in more of Arlington than we would have other wise. Of all there is to see there nothing is more impressive than visiting the Tomb of the Unkown. To witness the impeccable precision of the guards, especially the "Changing of the Guard" is truly an amazing site. Add to that watching a "Laying of the Wreath" ceremony, accompanied by the solo bugle playing of Taps. Such a scene stirs one deep in the heart, to the point of tears.

The balance of the day was available to allow each of us to pursue our individual interests. There are endless things of great interest for one to take in. We each took advantage of the opportunity to do a large variety of things, some visiting memorials, some taking in the sights around the Capitol, others exploring locations outside the immediate area. Many of us found fatigue catching up with us as the afternoon wore on and returned to the hotel to get a bit of rest before having some dinner.

Tomorrow is the Rolling Thunder Parade, staging begins very early in the morning, so avoiding late night activities was in order. Immediately following the parade, we will begin our journey home.

Many of us have had deeply moving experiences while here, certainly our love and passion for our nation and its people has been greatly bolstered. Hopefully in some way we will be able to share this with all our friends and family. If we seem to be overly enthused at times, please be patient with us.

Crusing the Skyline

2008-05-24T13:42:00.000-07:00

Friday morning brought a brilliant sunrise breaking over the Shenandoah Mountains. Today's schedule is a bit more relaxed than the last couple of days. Took the luxury of a sit down breakfast Cracker Barrel style, then off to a brief shopping visit to Shenandoah Harley Davidson. With those critical pieces of business properly dispatched, it was time to saddle up and head off to the Shenandoah National Park and a morning ride on the Skyline. Skyline Drive is a 107 mile drive along the ridges of the mountains offering splendid views of the valley floors on ether side. Adding to the beauty of the mountains was the morning light filtering its way through the leaves and branches surrounding the road. With a keen eye one was able to see a few deer as well.

Completion of the Skyline brought us to Front Royal for topping off the gas and a great lunch at a local eatery. Back on the road put us to the other extreme of travel, joining I-66 for the remainder of the ride into Arlington, VA. What a shock that was, back into the world of seriously aggressive urban driving. However, we arrive at our hotel without incident, checked in, and headed ahead into Washington for a late afternoon/early evening visit to many of the memorials. As the sun move toward it's setting, the light of dusk settling over the scene, created a unique feeling to add to the meaning of the memorials. It was particularly moving to observe a group called, "Carry the Torch". Their primary mission is to recognize and honor Blue Star and Gold Star mothers. Blue Star moms are those with children actively serving in the military. Gold Star moms are those that have lost children while serving. There was a very touching vigil at the "Wall" on their behalf. It is truly amazing how Americans continually seek out impactful means by which to remember and honor those who have given so much to our nation. Both through active involvement and also by personal sacrifice. Journeys such as this constantly amaze me and make me so thankful and appreciative for the incredible opportunity to live in a nation of such remarkable people.

As the day came to a close, we were given the unique opportunity to see the transition of the memorials from day to night observation. What a beautiful sight to behold.

2008-05-23T11:31:00.000-07:00

Rest stop time

2008-05-23T11:27:00.000-07:00

First stop on the way

Rainelle

2008-05-22T22:09:00.000-07:00

Thursday morning we awoke greeted by a brilliant sunrise and surrounded by beautiful hills and mist filled valleys. Grabbing our stuff, we loaded bikes, and made our way to the morning rider's meeting. The whole scene was quite an impressive sight, hundreds of motorcycles gathering in the staging area, riders, passengers, veterans, patriotic non vets, all together, all there to honor and recognize those that have served and purchased our precious freedom with their lives. The morning meeting recognized many that had worked extremely hard to make an event such as this possible, and to dispense the instructions and proceedings of the day.

The pledge of Allegiance, a chaplain's prayer, and it was time to saddle up. The whole process was well organized, the bikes had been staged in platoons and rolled out accordingly, getting us out and onto the road most efficiently. Soon we were thundering along toward Charleston, WV for a visit to the state capitol. There we were greeted by the Governor and others, all expressing their respect and appreciation for the purpose of Run for the Wall, and for those that have given so much for our nation. At that time the Governor decreed May 22, 2008, Run for the Wall Day in West Virginia. Following the presentations, another pledge of allegiance, reverence for the nations veterans and those who have died, followed by a solo bagpipe playing a truly touching rendition of Amazing Grace. Surely the enormous grace of God is poured out on those that have made such sacrifices. For sure there were very few dry eyes in the crowd. A gathering for group photo on the steps of the state capitol building, and again we were cranking up those bikes and making our way out onto the road again.

The next phase of our journey had us traveling east on US 60, a two lane road making its way through the mountains of West Virginia, through many small towns and villages that in some ways time may have passed by, the evidence of hard earned life being everywhere, in the buildings, the roads, vehicles and the faces of the people living there. Yet, they came out to greet us, waving their hands, some waving little American flags, occasionally you could read the lips of someone saying "thank you". In one small town, on older gentleman was standing out along the road, wearing his WWII helmet, holding a large pole, displaying a large American flag. Sometimes the hardest part of the ride was driving the bike with tears in the eyes. School children would be out along the fences waving their little hands and flags. The evidence of the love of Americans for there country was never more explicit. Much of the road ran a long the river adding more to the splendor of the setting. Ultimately we arrived at our destination, Rainelle WV. It seems the entire town had taken the day off to come greet us. They lined the streets, spilling out onto the street, barely leaving enough room to make our way through. We rode side by side in parade formation through the entire town, turned around and back to the school. The school yard was filled with children, all ages, all grades, greeting us, cheering us. We had barely got our kickstands down when surrounded by them, wanting autographs in their little books or on shirts. The riders were being swarmed, and the riders loved it. Many a hardened old vet was down on his knees, meeting the kids on their level. The electricity of the connection between them was overpowering. Eventually we made our way into the school lunchroom where they fed us with an unbelievable amount of food, all paid for by donations and fund raising by the children, nothing from the school budget. Shortly thereafter was a ceremony, more recognition of individuals working hard to make such an event possible, concluded by a cash gift from Run for the Wall to the school for a little over $20,000. All made possible by donations of the participants of the ride and 50/50 ticket sales. With our hearts overwhelmed by the kindness, appreciation and genuine hospitality of the children and people of Rainelle, we gathered up ourselves and made our way back to the bikes for the ride on into Virginia with a stop in Waynesboro for food and a night's rest.

This day was truly an incredible, experiencing such an outpouring of respect between people for each other and their country. All in the setting of the beautiful mountains of West Virginia, a masterpiece of God's own handiwork

On the Road

2008-05-22T21:39:00.000-07:00

Wednesday morning found us gathering at IHOP the minute they opened (5:30 a.m.). The bikes already fueled and ready, all we needed was some filling of the bellies and be on our way. We left St. Charles with 14 bikes and 19 people all eager for the journey. Later along the way we gained 2 more bikes and 3 more people. Mother nature was very kind and provided perfect weather with clear skies and just cool enough temperature to need a good jacket. We made our way through St. Louis as it was beginning to bustle and start another busy frantic day. Shortly we were rolling through the open country of Illinois, taking in the beauty of the farmland along the way. A glance in the mirror confirmed the presence of 13 other Harleys, running in formation, announcing their presence with that unmistakable rumble of the pipes.

Following I-64, we made our way into Indiana, stopped for a quick lunch in the historic town of Corydon, topped off those fuel tanks again and on into Kentucky. We made our first stop there at Frankfort to visit the Kentucky Vietnam Veterans Memorial. One of the most truly unique memorials anywhere. As you make your way up the winding road all you can see in the distance is the arm of a giant sundial in its very characteristic angle reaching skyward. Once at the sight, one notices that the floor of the sundial is made up of large granite blocks, several with names of Kentuckians that were killed in Vietnam engraved in them and arranged by year and month. Each of the blocks is laid out such that with the passing of the sun across the sky and the corresponding movement of the arm's shadow across the floor, the tip of the shadow will point to the name of the person on the anniversary of their death. The amazing impression of this memorial is that no matter what, the sun and the earth together never forgets those that are represented there. No matter the brevity of their lives, the timelessness of the universe never takes a day off from visiting them.

Following that impressive visit, we topped off tanks, emptied bladders and again took our chorus of thundering scooters back out onto the Interstate and made our way into Hurricane, West Virginia. A motel room, some good food, a hot shower and a night's sleep, and we are ready to join the Central Route group of Run for the Wall.

The beginning

2008-05-20T19:47:00.001-07:00

Lining up to register for RFTW ride.

Getting Ready

2008-05-17T17:11:00.000-07:00

It appears that weather may be smiling on us. Today was awesome and the forecast is looking very good.

Today some of us took part in ERC (Experienced Rider Course) training getting our skills tuned up for some serious riding. Woody and Wade did an awesome job of making sure we getting the best possible instruction.

I am using this posting as a chance to train myself on udating the blog using my phone. This will allow me to keep things up to date without hauling around a computer.

I invite you to share your comments as well. My desire is for this blog to be a two way shared experience.

Stay tuned,

Kickstand Up

2008-05-12T19:02:00.000-07:00

The serious part of the riding season is about to start. At my son's encouragement, this year I will be journaling our adventures of traveling on the Harley via this blog. "Bagger On The Go", you ask? Bagger is an old bikers term describing a motorcycle that is equipped with saddlebags, most commonly used for the purpose of traveling. That is what we are into, loading up the ole Harley, stuffing the saddlebags and exploring the country.

The progress of my recent knee replacement surgery has been very good, and now I am able to ride the bike for extended periods of travel comfortably. We have done some local riding just to make sure that the leg and all else are in good working order. "Two up", is another biker phrase describing two people traveling on the bike. That is how we travel, Barb and I together, on the bike, loaded down, cruising down the roads and back roads of the countryside.

Our first serious trip of the year will take off next Wednesday, May 21st, for Washington DC. We will be participating in part with an organized event called "Run for the Wall". The objective being traveling across the US by bike to visit the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington for the Memorial holiday. We will not make the entire cross country journey, instead leaving from St. Charles, MO and joining them along the way. Going with us this year from the local HOG (Harley Owners Group) chapter will be 22 others on 17 bikes.

We are looking forward to a memorable and reverent ride to Washington and participation in the Rolling Thunder parade at the Nations Capitol. More to come later.