de tour ** jeff's ride home ** 1st day **

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Jim Hudson
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de tour ** jeff's ride home ** 2nd day **

Post by Jim Hudson » Mon Feb 05, 2007 10:24 am

Jeff- Just want you to know I appreciate you sharing your trip with us very much and had no difficulty reading it. I'm certain your accounts were very inspirational to all who read them, especially those of us who live too far away to duplicate your route. Dan Walsh is a new contributing editor at "Motorcyclist" who has been writing about his travels in South America. Even though his stories have breaks for paragraphs, they are not even close to being as enjoyable to read as your De Tour 2006. Thanks for letting us travel with you and Steve through your writing and photos. Jim Hudson in OH where it was 3 below zero F this morning --- In DSN_KLR650@yahoogroups.com, Charlie Ashmore wrote:
> > Hi Jeff, > > It's neat that you are taking the time to share your experiences.
But I will
> not read a long block of text like that with no breaks for
paragraphs or
> anything. It is just too hard to follow. I just skip it and go on
the next
> post. > > Try hitting the Enter key twice every 3 or 4 sentences, or at the
end of a
> thought. That will insert a blank line and make it much, much
easier to
> follow. > > Take care, > Charlie

Jeff Saline
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de tour ** jeff's ride home ** 2nd day **

Post by Jeff Saline » Tue Jan 31, 2012 10:46 pm

----- Forwarded Message ----- Listers, Paonia, CO plus 15 miles to Rapid City, SD Travel time: 10 hrs 42 mins Distance: 574 miles My alarm goes off when it's supposed to and I'm amazed the boogie man didn't get me and that I didn't hear any vehicles on the road last night. It's light enough to see pretty well and I quickly strike camp. My air mattress is still holding air and that makes the sleeping even better. I'm quickly packed and decide to wait until I'm at Glenwood Springs to have breakfast. That's about an hour away if I recall correctly. The temperature is 42 degrees and all I have with me are my summer gloves. I think how that will allow me to really test the grip heater installation I did before this trip. I remembered last night to put my liners in my First Gear Kilimanjaro Air Jacket and my First Gear Air Overpants. The bike is fully loaded and I start the engine and let it idle for a minute or two. I don't normally do that but the first 200 yards of riding may be a bit tricky and I don't want to have to try to preform with a touchy engine. The GPS is on and I'm ready to go. I gently turn the bike around and can easily tell the gearing is higher than what I've been using in the dirt for the last few weeks. I approach the bottom of the ascent through the trees and brush and stop for a second to make sure I pick a good line. I can't see for more than 20 feet and decide I recall there was a boulder in what will be the right track. I pick the right side with a planned transition to the left track and go for it. I stay in 1st gear and think that if something bad happens now I'll never get found. The bike has plenty of power and I weave my way past the boulder and up the track. As I make the hard uphill right hand turn I add a bit of power and the bike carries me to the top without issue. The road is clear and I resume my journey north. I ride for about 20 miles and top out on McClure Pass. Elevation here is just shy of 9,000 feet and the sun isn't over the mountain tops yet. The grip heaters are on low and are working too well. I have to turn them off as my palms can't take the roasting. The descent from McClure Pass is fun as the road is in great shape and the views are very nice. This is a wonderful way to start my day. About 6 miles from the pass I come to Hayes Creek Falls and stop for a quick picture. It feels good to get off the bike for a minute or two and stretch. The temperature hasn't started getting any warmer yet and I still can't see the sun although it is light. I ride into Carbondale wait to turn towards Glenwood Springs for what seems like an excessively long time. There are two left turn lanes and I'm at the front of the left one. The light changes and I ride off. I'm quicker than all the vehicles but I don't want to ride with them around me. I pull into the right lane and allow everyone to pass. Now I'm feeling a bit more relaxed. They're on their way and I'm enjoying my ride without them near me. I pull into a McDonald's in Glenwood Springs and warm up a bit and have breakfast. Then I'm off to get fuel and continue. I've made a choice here to ride the interstate for about 30 miles. It just makes sense to do that as they're aren't a lot of roads going to where I'd like to be going. This section of I-70 is in good shape and runs next to and over the mighty Colorado river. Traffic is heavy for what I'm used to but folks give me plenty of room and speeds aren't excessive. I mosey along at about 60-65 mph actual. For an interstate this has to be one of the most scenic sections I've ever been on. I ride about 35 miles to Wolcott and turn north on 131 towards Toponas. The road is in good shape and I have good memories from riding this section a few times in the past 5 years. I get to the intersection of 134 and turn east. This is a very fun remote section that isn't well traveled and I enjoy the views of snow covered peaks while riding in and out of high alpine meadows. At 40 I turn north heading towards Steamboat Springs. The traffic is a bit heavier here but I know I'll get out of it in about 20 miles when I turn on 14 towards Walden. And heavier is relative as it's only heavy to me. I probably see another vehicle every 10 minutes or so. I really enjoy the high country and these roads are fun and relaxing at the same time. I don't feel very challenged by them but enjoy the way they take me through the countryside. On 14 I only have about 30 miles till I get to Walden and I'm still cool to cold as I have been all morning. If the sun would come out and shine on me that would really help a bit. I've been using the grip heaters most of the morning but they work so well I can only have them on for a few minutes and then have to turn them off. I think about options to make them more useable and realize they'll probably work better if I have thicker gloves on. I think about a Heat Troller and remind myself to look into one when I get home. (Three weeks later and I still haven't checked into them.) In Walden I pull into a fuel station and try to use my credit card to pay at the pump. The pump won't accept my credit card and I get a message I have to talk to the lady inside. I tell her I've been having a bit of problem the last few days and that I'm traveling. She says not to worry we'll just run it inside when I get done and if we need to we can call the company to make it happen. I fill my tank and she runs my card. It works fine. She even asks for my ID like I've requested on the back of the card next to my signature. I think that's the first time I've been carded on this trip. We chat for a few minutes and then I head north. The ride out of Walden is ok but nothing spectacular compared to the last couple of weeks. I follow CO 127 until it turns into WY 230 at the border. In to Laramie and I get to experience a bunch of traffic. I follow the GPS map and I'm soon out of town and heading almost due north. After 18 miles of nothing but prairie I get to my right turn onto 34 at Bosler Junction. This is a great road and is marked no services for 54 miles. A few years ago I broke 11 spokes on my rear wheel on this road while it was still under repair. My buddy Mark Adam and I were on our way to Paonia for the rally and I missed the sign that said motorcycle travel not recommended. He saw it and asked me if I really wanted to go this way. I didn't catch on and said yes. About 35 miles up the road we got to some heavy construction. It looked like they had just run a dozer through the prairie and then pulled off to let us pass. We rode for 3 miles in that and even though we took our time my BMW R90/6 rear wheel couldn't take the beating. I had laced that wheel myself and it was my first try. I think I probably had the spokes too tight. I didn't realize I'd broken so many spokes until the next day at Wolcott. We had to pull my rear wheel to get the spoke heads out of my rear brakeshoes. I rode that wheel for about 1,500 miles before I could get home and fix it. And although I wouldn't recommend folks do that I could never tell it was missing over 25% of the spokes. Mark's 1984 R100RS has cast wheels and did fine in the rough stuff. Today this road is in great shape with a lot of new pavement and beautiful curves and vistas. It's a real breath of fresh air to ride here after a bunch of prairie riding. Somewhere on this road I finally drop below 7,000 feet for, I think, the first time since leaving camp this morning. About 1/2 way along the road is a Wyoming Research Center for their Game Fish and Parks or whatever they call that department. I've stopped there before and had a great talk with the lady running the display area. This time I don't stop at the displays but just past that building and then see some elk near the road. So I stop for a picture. The brush is pretty thick next to the fence and I take a picture but know it isn't going to be very good. And it isn't. I get back on the bike and ride maybe 300 yards. That's when I see the buffalo. Not just one or two but at least six. I pull over and think I'll get a picture of one also. I walk to the fence and watch as one starts to roll in a dusting wallow. They can stir up quite a mess. I put my camera up to the fence and take a picture. I whistle once or twice and they know I'm there. One of the ones laying down decides to get up and starts to wander toward me. The one in the wallow begins to wander my way too. I'm only about 50 yards from them. I back up a few feet and take a look at the bike and the road and the fence. I've been around buffalo a very little bit and the fence gives me more courage than is wise. I decide to stay there and see what I can do for pictures. The buffalo come closer and closer and I'm trying to take some good pictures. Then the one that was in the wallow gets right next to the fence. And me. I'm talking we're 3 inches apart. I put my camera on macro and take a close up of it's eye. It's sniffing the air and I'm talking quietly to it. Then since it seems relaxed enough I touch it's nose. Just a light touch, and I have my gloves on still. It takes in a good sniff and starts to slobber. I'm not gonna let that nasty tongue lick me. I pluck a few strands of grass from my side of the fence and it takes them and chews for a few seconds. This buffalo just seems to be happy next to the fence and slowly walks back and forth. I take a few more pictures and get another close up of the other eye. I was thinking about how it would feel to be in a small boat and have a whale surface next to the boat and take a good look. I've heard of them looking at a person and that's got to kind of be an weird feeling since both a whale and a buffalo could cause way too much excitement if they wanted to. I decide I've taken enough pictures and get on the bike and ride on. The buffalo stay near the fence even when I start the bike. In another 30 minutes I'm at my next section of interstate. I take I-25 north for about 7 miles to get to Wheatland and my next fuel stop. This is a real quick stop, top and go. I'm back on the bike and ride I-25 north for another 12 or 13 miles. While riding I take a look northeast as that's where I'm heading. I can see smoke on the horizon. I'm thinking that it's right in the area I'm heading too. I'll be able to work my way around it if I have to but hope it's nothing big. I turn right on 26 toward Guernsey. This is an easy prairie road with a little but not a lot of traffic. As I approach Guernsey I can tell the smoke is much more pronounced and is near where I'm heading. I pass the National Guard Training Center and see lots of activity. Just on the other side of Guernsey I turn north on 270 toward Manville. This is a nice road not frequented like the east west roads. It has some turns in it and nicely breaks up a tough area to ride through. That's tough in that there isn't a lot of change of scenery or road direction out here on many of the roads. You can stop at historical markers and read what they have to tell you for a quick break. I'll never forget the marker at Rawhide Butte on 85 north of Lingle. The short story is a solider rapes an Indian woman. The indians surround the platoon and tell them to either give up the guy that did it or all die. You can imagine the rawhide part of it and what the platoon heard that night. A few miles up the road I come to the stop sign at Hartville. I turn left as right is a dead end and there is no straight ahead. Not much further up the road the smoke is getting pretty thick and the I can see the flames from the fire. I stop to get a couple of quick pictures and think about the impact this will have on the ranchers out here. After another mile or so I see an Air Guard helicopter with a bucket. It circles me and drops to a pond about 3/4 mile away. Another chopper comes in and follows it loading it's bucket too. I'm betting these are 500 gallon buckets and start to do the math in my head. A gallon of water weighs about 6 pounds. Six times 500 is 3,000 pounds. A solider in combat gear is probably established at 250 pounds. A squad is probably 12 soldiers. Twelve times 250 is 3,000. Yup I bet those are 500 gallon buckets. They fly away to drop some water and I ride north and hope the cross wind stays light for the fire fighter's sake. I soon get to Manville and turn right to get to Lusk. Lusk will be my last required fuel stop for the day. I pop into the station and it's crowded. Then I remember this is June and tourist season. I get fuel, eat a breakfast bar and clean my face shield. I think I'm done and gone in about 4 minutes. Riding north on 85 I have about 50 miles to Mule Creek Junction where I'll turn right on 18 for about 35 miles. The riding is ok and I can feel the pull to get home. I keep the speed at about 60 mph and wave vehicles past in safe areas. I don't care that it's a no passing zone. I just get over to the side of the road and slow and wave them on if I can't see anything approaching. I get lots of thank you waves and everybody is happy. I slow at Mule Creek Junction just enough to make the 90 degree turn. I'm alone it seems as I ride on 18 past Edgemont and then begin to get into some of the southern Black Hills. At 89 I turn north and know I'm only about an hour from home. I relax a bit but can feel how tired I am. The cold from the high country for all morning and the early afternoon has really taken some energy from me. I get to Pringle, the Elk Capitol of South Dakota, and turn left on Highway 385. This road is a great ride and back in the 80's I remember it was voted by one motorcycling magazine as one of the top ten rides in America. It's in some ways been made even better as the pavement is in excellent shape and it is a quick road. I ride to Custer and realize how many tourists are visiting the hills right now. Welcome! North out of Custer on 16 and 385 and I pass the Crazy Horse Monument. Then I soon come to the turn to the Needles Highway in Custer State Park and then the turn on 244 to Mount Rushmore. I continue straight to Hill City. I take the back way through Hill City past the 1880s train and continue to the Hwy 16/385 intersection. A left turn on 385 and I'm soon riding past Sheridan Lake. This is a great road and easy when you're tired. It's only about 6:30 now but I'm watching closely for deer. At the northern end of Sheridan Lake I turn right on Sheridan Lake Road. I've been riding this road off and on since 1985 and it's fun, small and full of twists. I move right along without going too awful fast. And I have some nice memories along the way of fishing in Spring Creek which parallels the road for a few miles. When I pass deadman's curve I look up and see where I hiked the flume trail and hit my head on a beam in one of the tunnels. Further along I remember that night I walked so far downstream it was dark before I could make it back. But I also remember that trout under the old trestle framework that took about six casts to finally catch. I continue into town and turn left on West Main. A mile further I decide I should fill up on fuel and then I won't be wondering how many gallons the trip took. Three or four minutes at the pumps and I'm back on the bike and only 2 1/2 miles from home. As I approach my place I can see the shop is still standing and then I can make out the house. Life is good, nothing burned down while I was gone. I turn off my fuel while about 1/4 mile from home and then swing into the driveway. The grass is knee high and the tree that died the weekend before we left is still standing. It looks like I've got a few days of yard work in my near future. I pull up to the shop and shut the bike off. Opening the shop reminds me I'm a pretty lucky guy. I turn on power to the well and get the bike parked and my riding gear off. It's good to be home. End of the Ride Home. Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT . . ____________________________________________________________ 60-Year-Old Mom Looks 27 Mom Reveals Free Wrinkle Trick That Has Angered Doctors! http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL3141/4f28c37c6809c6076b9st03vuc [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]

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Post by Jeff Saline » Sun Jan 05, 2014 4:01 pm

Here is the first of two posts of the return home from my DeTour ride in 2006. Its been posted here before but this might be an easy read today. Best, Jeff Saline The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650 <><><><><><><> <><><><><><><> Listers, Albuquerque, NM to Paonia, CO plus 15 miles Travel time: 10 hrs 57 mins Distance: 488 miles Steve rides away and now what? Heck, I need to go to Tramway and that's where he's gotta go too. I turn right and go about a block and realize I'm going the wrong way. He's heading south and I want to head north. I do a U-turn, go a block and then turn right. I ride using the GPS to get me to Tramway and turn left. Heck, it's 6 in the morning and no traffic to speak of. This is pretty cool. I try to follow the directions Kent gave me yesterday and I think I'm doing ok. I pass under I-25 and the construction. There's a fuel station on the left so I pull in and get fuel. I log the fuel and get going. In 1 1/2 miles I'm at 313 and turn right. Nine miles later I'm at 44 turning left and heading for 4. Steve and I had talked about riding on 4 as part of De Tour and I'm gonna find out if it would have been worth it. It would have been worth it on De Tour and it is worth it for the ride today too. Four is a paved two lane in pretty good shape and has a few twists in it. The countryside is nice and I enjoy the ride. The road takes me to some high country and I get a few decent views and some cooler air. I stop and put on my jacket liner. The road stays high and is really pretty fun. It's not the most direct route for getting to Colorado but it sure is worth the ride. I get to a descent a few miles before 502 and a heavy equipment hauler is in front of me. He's running empty and the operator is very skilled. It's obvious he's been on this road before and knows exactly where to slow down and when to swing wide. His trailer scrapes the road surface a few times as he makes his way around the switchbacks. At 502 he turns left so I continue straight ahead. I get fuel in Espanola and then take 84 north to Chama. Steve and I rode a bit of the pavement near Chama two years ago on the Great Divide Ride. Some of it looks familiar and I turn left just before Chama. I pass the campground we spent a night at and also the car wash where we unloaded the mud from our bikes. The road is almost void of travelers and a stiff side wind is kicking up. I stop at a sign marking the Continental Divide and take a picture. These roads are pretty good and not crowded. I'm playing tag with a guy on a Oilyhead GS and a girl on a Duc. They seem to be traveling light and after they pass me I seem to pass them further along. I continue to Pagosa Springs where I get fuel and take a good drink of water. I take 160 towards South Fork and come on some very pretty country with fabulous views. And much to my surprise I come to Wolf Creek Pass. I've heard neat stories about Wolf Creek Pass but have never been here before. There's a nice water fall near the bottom and I stop for a few seconds to take a picture. Then I continue to climb and climb and climb. There are some bicyclists riding uphill and I'm very grateful my engine is running strong. About 3/4 the way to the top a van is pulled to the side of the road and one of the cyclists is leaning against it. The van has a banner on it about an Oceanside to Ocean City ride. I can only guess that means CA to NJ. At the top my GPS reads 10,714 feet. It looks like I could squeeze another few feet out of it by moving forward in the huge pull off. I don't. People are in the meadow and you can see paths where folks are walking out to the snowpack and one guy is towing a sled. As I pull away from the top a guy with the camera crew for the bike tour takes my picture. The ride down the other side is great with good views and a river along side the road for much of the way. At South Fork I pass the GS and Duc and wave. Then I turn west and north on 149. The wind is kicking pretty hard now and I slow to 45 mph and just mosey along. I'm not in a real rush although I can feel the tug of getting home working on me. I take a break along a nice section of road that borders on the Rio Grande river. I haven't gotten to Creede yet. I eat a breakfast bar and drink some water. I've been on the bike almost continuously since this morning and the walking around and taking some pictures feels good. I'm glad I don't have to concentrate on the road for a few minutes. At Creede the wind is really blowing and there are a few tree limbs on the road. I remind myself to pay attention and avoid any problems. The GS and Duc pass me and wave and 5 miles ahead they are pulled to the side of the road taking a break. I wave at them and everything is ok. I ride over Spring Creek Pass at 10,898 feet and stop for a picture of the sign. This is a wonderful road. A little while later I top Slumgullion Summit at 11,530 feet. My GPS only shows 11,469 feet. They must mean the real summit for their elevation. Just as I'm getting on the bike a county dump truck comes rolling by. And then another one. Both are going my way. Wow, I just messed up the timing for this descent. I get behind the dump trucks and just have a nice leisurely ride down the switchbacks. The GS and Duc show up behind me and I drop back a bit and wave them ahead of me. They ride for a mile or two and the GS sprints past the first dump truck. The Duc rider isn't quite as aggressive and hangs back. I can tell she's not very experienced as the lines she's riding are jerky and she's having to constantly correct and use the brakes. After a few miles she passes the truck and since it's safe I pass it too. I follow the Duc as she moves along to catch up with the GS. A few miles further we enter Lake City and see the GS at a store and the Duc turns in. I wave and continue my northern trek. I'm making good time and enjoying the ride. The wind has calmed quite a bit and I just ride along without many cares. I play with the GPS a bit and decide it's time to start figuring out where I'm gonna spend the night tonight. I don't see any nearby campgrounds indicated on the screen and also don't see much public land available for camping. Not even a good dirt road I can sneak down and pitch a tent. So I keep riding. I'm eyeing my fuel situation knowing fuel is still a good distance off. I'm heading towards Paonia and know I have to make a good fuel decision before taking 92 off of 50. That'll put me in the middle of nowhere and no hope of fuel anywhere near. I finally get to the intersection of 149 and 50 and it's at the east end of Blue Mesa Reservoir. I stop for a quick break and to make the decision whether I turn right and go to Gunnison about 20 miles in the wrong direction but where I know I can get fuel. Or decide to turn left and hope I can get fuel before turning north on 50 towards Paonia. I decide to use the Steve Rankin fuel decision making matrix and look at my trip meter. I've gone about 180 miles since I last filled up and Paonia is only maybe 60 more miles. That puts me at 240 miles to Paonia which normally has a fuel station open until probably 8 pm. I can probably get at least 240 miles on the tank before I hit reserve. The GS and Duc come shooting past me and wave as they go by. They turn right towards Gunnison. I get on the bike and turn left to Paonia. I was on this section of 50 in 2001 when I rode my 1975 BMW R90/6 to the Top O' the Rockies rally held there. I remember it as running along the reservoir and being an ok ride. Then turning onto 92 towards Paonia the road gets small and twisty and very interesting. I continue on 50 and a few miles up the road I ask a lady walking a dog about fuel stops in my direction. She thinks there might be fuel a few miles up the road. I say thanks and head on my way. I don't see a fuel stop and get to my turn north on 92. About 3/4 of a mile along the road there's a sign showing fuel available 3 miles down a side road. I decide it's not where I want to go and press on. Stopping at the next pull off I take a few pictures and enjoy the views. I can see snow capped peaks in the distance and below me maybe 1,000 feet is the Grand Canyon of the Gunnison. I'm looking down at a pretty steep angle and think "what would happen if I fell?" Man, someone would get a pretty good dual sport bike. I mount up and head off. This 92 is a fine road. It has twist after twist after twist after twist after... I take it easy as I know I'm tired and there might not be anybody on this road again until the morning. The land on both side is private and posted. I keep looking for a place to pitch a tent but I'm surely not going to trespass unless I have a mechanical issue I can't fix on the spot. After maybe 15 miles I decide to not camp until I've got fuel in Paonia. That eliminates any temptation to camp where I'm not welcome. I ride on and finally get to a more populated area. Then comes Crawford and is a right turn on the dump road to Paonia. This will save me probably 8 miles versus going to Hotchkiss and then to Paonia. I ride along for a few miles and see a pickup truck approaching with it's flashers blinking away. I slow down and then almost stop. This is the second time I've ever been on this road and this is the second time I've had to ride through a cattle drive. I ask the rancher if it's ok to ride through and he says something that sounds like "Hell yes, go ahead!" So I drop into 1st and slowly ride along near the shoulder. There are probably 200 or more cattle in this herd and three or four riders on horseback accompany them. The riders look at me like I'm nuts but the cattle don't seem to care one way or the other. They usually move out of the way and give me almost a lane of clearance. Usually. One old cow decides she doesn't have to move. I don't think I could slap her on the rump but I was close enough to tell she needed a bath. Matter of fact they all needed a good washing. I get through the herd and in a few miles I'm in Paonia. I've been here a few times for the rally and the town seems to really like the bikes. I go to the gas station near the high school, fill up and ask the clerk if folks are allowed to camp overnight in the park. We do it during the rally but I don't know about the rest of the year. She doesn't know so I head over to the park to see if it's posted. When I'm almost there I see a guy walking three dogs and ask him. He doesn't know either but says they allow camping during the rally. He supposes it's ok. I thank him and head over to the entrance. I stop and take a good look at the sign. No camping. I decide I don't need to test the waters on this issue and think I can probably find a camping spot further up the road. But I've probably only got another 45 minutes of light so I decide to move along. Riding up 133 the North Fork of the Gunnison River parallels the road. I seem to remember a campground up near a reservoir and figure maybe I can get there before dark. I pass through Bowie and Somerset which aren't much more than names on a map. Then I see a slight track to the right that looks like it might lead to near the river and a camping spot. I figure it's almost dark and once it is nobody will know I'm camping next to the river. I think this may be an old fishing access trail. So I check both directions and nobody is in sight. I turn off the road and take the track. It immediately goes downhill and cuts hard to the left. As soon as I'm out of sight of the road I stop and look to see what I've got myself into. The road is heavily overgrown and rutted and steep. I decide I can make it and brush a few tree branches away as I ride down the track quickly getting to level ground. I ride about 100 yards and decide to park. The paved road is in plain sight only maybe 75 yards away and 30 feet above me. But it's not very heavily traveled and I don't think anyone will see me as you'd have to be looking for me instead of watching the road. I park the bike and walk ahead 50 yards to see if I have another way out. It's blocked by downed trees and a fence. I find a few old campfire rings and decide I'm home for the evening. I quickly set up my tent and hope it blends in well with the browning grasses and trees. My air mattress is quickly inflated and I'm ready for some sleep. Tonight is a no hot dinner night as I don't want to advertise my presence with a flame in the dark. I drink some water, make sure the bike is on firm ground and save the GPS track from the day's ride. I make a few quick notes in the log about the route but there really isn't much to write. The roads were good and the traffic light. The passes were high and rivers flowed fast. And the day was long and I'm pretty tired. It's almost dark by now so I crawl into the tent and set my alarm clock for 5 am. I want to be up with first light to strike camp and be on my way before the road gets busy. I lay down and think a bit about the day and before I know it I'm asleep. End of the Ride Home, 1st Day. Jeff Saline ABC # 4412 South Dakota Airmarshal Airheads Beemer Club www.airheads.org The Beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota 75 R90/6, 03 KLR650, 79 R100RT . . ____________________________________________________________ Do THIS before eating carbs (every time) 1 EASY tip to increase fat-burning, lower blood sugar & decrease fat storage http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL3141/52c9d6048e29056044ccdst01vuc

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