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June 23 3,200 miles across the Southwest - June 9, 2008 - Day 12 - Parker CO to Omaha NE Day 12 - Parker, CO to Omaha, NE - 553 GPS miles This was an easy route. Hop on I-470 to loop around Denver. Get on I-76 East to the Nebraska border, then I-80 back home. Just for completeness, here's the map. I tried to take back roads as much as possible, but I've been through this part of Nebraska many, many times, so efficiency was more important than scenic driving. This was pretty much what you might expect. Get on the slab, point the bike East, set the cruise control, go to the next gas stop. The only excitement happened at the end of the day. When I hit Lincoln, there started to be thunderstorms developing North of I-80. I was watching the NEXRAD weather radar on the GPS. I took this image at a later time, but you get the idea of what it looks like. When I hit the rest stop at milepost 420 between Lincoln and Omaha, I could see the storms were approaching the Interstate and after riding 500 miles, my butt was sore. I stopped, stretched, walked around, then put on my rain gear and headed for Omaha. The rain stayed North and West of the Interstate until just after I pulled in the garage, then a pretty strong thunderstorm came through. Here's a photo of my GPS at the end of the trip. Notice in the upper right corner, (under the 553.3 mi) it shows 3,232 miles for the total trip (and an 8 hour trip from Denver). 3,200 miles across the Southwest - June 8, 2008 - Day 11 - Durango CO to Parker CO Day 11 - Durango, CO to Parker, CO - 362 GPS miles Today was a mixed riding day of alternate routes. Here is the map of today's route. My original plan was to take U.S. Hwy 550, the Million Dollar Highway, from Durango to Montrose, then cut across Gunnison to Salida. There are several 10,000+ foot passes on this route. When I got up and checked the weather, the temperatures were in the high 20's to low 30's and didn't look like they would get out of the 30's. I haven't tried my heated clothing on the Beemer yet and didn't want to have them fail at 29 degrees on a 10,000 foot mountain top. I modified my route. Instead of going to Montrose, I decided to go through Pagosa Springs, over Wolf Creek Pass, through Del Norte to Poncha Springs, and then decide on the route. I waited until the temperature at Wolf Creek Pass made it to 40 degrees. That was about 9 a.m. The ride from Durango to Pagosa Springs was terrific. It was still cool when I started out, and I knew I'd be climbing, so I started with my rain gear on as a wind breaker. A few months ago I made a posting about a local trip I took to Pisgah, Iowa and stopping at the "Old Home Filler Up and Keep On Trucking Cafe" that was the theme of a C.W. Mcall song. Well, CW also had a song about downtown Pagosa Springs and Wolf Creek Pass. I didn't get many photos today, but to keep with the C.W. Mcall theme, I took a picture of downtown Pagosa Springs... I wound my way up U.S. 160 to Wolf Creek Pass (10,823 feet). The trip up and then down the other side was a nice mix of hairpin and s-turns. I made it to the top about 11 a.m. The temp at the top was about 49 degrees. There was a group of 4 women that were riding their bicycles up to the pass. WOW. That takes some work. There was still quite a bit of snow above 10,000 feet. At the top, there is a great turnout with really sturdy frame for a "Wolf Creek Pass" sign, except ... there was no sign. Just a blank frame. I sould have taken a photo of the blank frame and used an image editor to fill in Wolf Creek Pass. When I got to Del Norte, it was in the mid-60's, so I dumped the rain gear (as a wind breaker) and headed North. When I got to Saguache, it started raining pretty good, so out came the rain gear. The rain stopped about 10 miles outside of Poncha Springs. I stopped to gas up in Poncha Springs at a gas station/convience store/bar and put away my rain gear. While I was outside, three couples pull up on Harley's. My license plate wasn't showing (I had backed in), but one of the guys walks up to me and says "My name is..., we're from Omaha. Where are you from?". With the Omaha connection, we got to talkings. They were a group of attorney's from Omaha. They had trailered their bikes out to a friends place in Eagle, CO (by Aspen) and were heading to Pagosa Springs. Nice conversation, but time for me to go. I started North towards Buena Vista on U.S. 285. My plan was to take U.S. 285 up through Bailey and Conifer into Denver. The wind between Poncha Springs and Buena Vista was out of the West and vicious. The kind that feels like the gusts will rip your helmet off or knock you off the bike. At Buena Vista, I decided I want head East so the wind would be at my back, instead of a cross wind. I think it was a good choice. This was the worst wind I'd ridden in so far. It was really, really ugly. I headed East on U.S. 24 toward Woodland Park and Colorado Springs. The ride going East was good except for a couple small areas where the road swung either North or South and I was back battling the cross wind. As soon as I turned on U.S. 24 in Buena Vista, I started following a guy and his wife on an older Gold Wing Aspencade. Somewhere West of Lake George, the on coming cars started flashing their lights at on coming traffic. I figured it was a speed trap. Nope. A really bad accident. They had a 1/2 mile section of the road closed. There was one Life Flight helicopter on the ground and another one landing. They were re-routing traffic through a field. OK, this is going to be a new experience. I rode dirt bikes a lot when I was a kid, but I havn't been off road in decades and I've never ridden a large street bike off road. A conundrum. It was a long way back against a really wicked wind. I hadn't ridden through a field before. So the guy on the Wing pulls into the field and starts following traffic. OK, if a guy packing a passenger on an old Wing can do it, so can I. I made it no problem. It started raining just West of Woodland Park, so I stopped in Woodland Park and put on my rain gear. It rained on and off from Woodland Park to Colorado Springs. It was only 4 p.m. when I hit Colorado Springs, so I decided to head up to Parker, CO. I took the back way to Parker on CO Hwy 83. It's really a nice two lane road of sweeping s-turns that goes from Colorado Springs through Franktown into Parker. My daughter, son-in-law and grandson used to live in Parker before they were transferred for work. I have really fond memories of Parker. It's not really the city, but the great times I had there with them. It's interesting how, even though they don't live there any longer, I still have these pleasant memories that get kicked off when revisiting Parker. The memories seem to set off all those endorphins and dopamines that make the visit seem enjoyable. When they lived in Parker, one of the places we would go out for dinner was "Joe's Crab Shack". I had a nice meal there and some good memories. After dinner, I turned in for the night to get an early start for the run on Omaha. 3,200 miles across the Southwest - June 7, 2008 - Day 11 - Kayenta AZ to Durango CO plus Monument Valley Day 11 - Kayenta, AZ to Durango, CO (with a loop through UT) - 218 GPS miles A good, uneventful riding day with dramatic scenery changes about every 30 miles. Here is the map for day 11 (as always, click on any photo for a larger view). Monument Valley starts on the North edge of Kayenta, AZ. I took U.S. 163 North out of Kayenta through Mexican Hat, UT to Bluff, UT. U.S. 163 runs through the center of Monument Valley. A couple things were surprising about this portion of the ride. The first and most obvious is the dramatic scenery. As I mentioned in a previous post, the photos only show a glimmer of the grandeur of Monument Valley. The photos don't let you experience the vivid, changing colors and the imense scale riding through the valley. The second suprising thing was how empty the road was. I saw some cars in Mexican Hat and Bluff, but while I was out on the road, I probably only saw 20 vehicles (mostly cars, but some motorcycles) over the 65 miles from Kayenta to Bluff. Here is another attempt at a photo panorama, this time of Monument Valley. In the photo, after you go over the hill, the road turns right and dips down slightly. In the movie Forrest Gump, this is where Forrest quit running. I took this shot of a monument in Monument Valley in the mirror of my bike. My wife and I have talked about this photo. I like it, she doesn't. She thinks it's too cluttered. She totally has a much better eye for photo composition than I do, so I'm sure she's right, but I still like it because it combines so many elements of the trip. It has a single monument in the bottom of the main mirror. It has a panorama of multiple monuments in the concave mirror. The sign has "Navajo" written on it (backwards in the mirror) reflecting Monument Valley is on the Navajo Reservation. It has the bike and it has me. In the photo, I have on my yellow rain gear. It was very windy and the temps were in the low 60's, so I was wearing my rain gear as a windproof/warming layer. Here is a photo of some flags at a Navajo market turnout (wasn't being used at the time). The flags shows how windy it was. At the North end of Monument Valley is Mexican Hat, UT. It's a small road side town (population 100) with a couple gas stations and a couple cafe's. The San Juan River runs through Mexican Hat and it was really flowing (almost raging). I believe it is fed by snow melt and it looks like there was plenty of snow melt happening. This is the rock formation that gave Mexican Hat it's name. I made it to Bluff, UT. When you drive into Bluff, you realize how it got that name. There is a bluff, probably 1,000 feet high and 10 miles long, on both sides of the town. I stopped for gas in Bluff. Here is a photo of the gas prices in Bluff. At the time, this was highest price I paid for fuel. Little did I know... I took U.S. 191 South out of Bluff (well, just West of Bluff) to get back to U.S. 160 East at Mexican Water, AZ. I only saw one other vehicle (a pickup camper) on this 30 mile stretch of road. This scenery was terrific. Very similar to the Painted Desert. U.S. 191 hits U.S. 160 about 2 miles East of Mexican Water. Back on U.S. 160, there was a reasonable amount of traffic. Not too much, not empty. I took U.S. 160 East to Four Corners Monument. Four Corners sits right on the East edge of the Navajo Reservation (it's a big reservation). I didn't realize it was run by the Navajo. Here's the photo I took at Four Corners. No clue who the people are. From Four Corners, I went to Cortez, CO and stopped for lunch. I liked Cortez. It sits at the foothills of the mountains. I thought it was really clean and well kept. I'm not sure what people do there, but it seemed very nice. After Cortez, I headed to Durango. My daughter and son-in-law love Durango. I can see why. The scenery is terrific. It looks well sheltered by the mountains. The summer weather seems pretty mild compared to the surrounding areas. It looks like there is a ton of stuff to do. My daughter had talked quite a bit about downtown, so I stayed downtown just to check it out. Downtown is nice. The Animas River runs right next to downtown. Here's some people taking off whitewater rafting at the walkway a block from downtown. I checked out the town and then checked in for the night. 3,200 miles across the Southwest - June 6, 2008 - Day 10 - North Rim Grand Canyon to Kayenta AZ Day 10 - North Rim Grand Canyon to Kayenta, AZ - 276 GPS miles. This was another really scenic day. The views are so dramatic and change so frequently, you almost can't take it all in because of the visual sensory overload. Here is the route for the day. Here is a shot of the from the North Rim of the Grand Canyon at sunrise. Every time the sun moves, the view of the Grand Canyon changes. As I was leaving, I took a picture of the Beemer with the sign for the Entrance to Grand Canyon National Park in the background. This is a photo of the valley leading to/from Grand Canyon National Park. The photo does not do justice to the actual view, but it at least gives a hint of the scale and grandeur of the drive. It does do a good job of showing the really great, smooth asphalt road to the park. There was about a 10 mile stretch of AZ Hwy 67 where the forest had been burned. From checking on the web afterwards, I believe the fire occurred during the summer of 2006. It was surreal riding through a burnt out forest of Ponderosa Pine and Aspen trees. Here's a photo of the burnt out area. As I left, I came back through Jacob Lake, down past the Vermilion Cliffs and across the Navajo Bridge, I turned on US 89 towards Page, AZ. I wanted to see the Glen Canyon Dam. Here's a photo of the dam. I stopped in Page at a Jack In The Box fast food place for lunch. I had been keeping a cooler with ice in the right saddlebag. After lunch, I wanted to put my rain/cool weather gloves in the saddlebag, but it wouldn't open. The latches seemed to be working fine, but the bag wouldn't open. I pulled the bag off the bike, opened the latches and used the screwdriver from my toolkit to pry the halves apart. "Woosh". It looked like what happened wast that I had last closed the saddlebag at 8,000 feet with some ice in it up at Grand Canyon National Park. The bags have a pretty decent waterproof seal plus there was enough condensation from the ice melting, the the bag had an air tight seal. Page, AZ is at 4,000 feet. The only thing I could think is that there 8,000 foot elevation air sealed in the saddlebag created a vacuum inside the bag down at the 4,000 elevation that prevented the bag from opening. I backtracked on US 89 to get back down to Tuba City. Coming down the hill out of Page, before it hits the valley floor, there is a scenic turnoff. Here is a photo of the Colorado River canyon South of Page. I'm not sure if this place is still considered Glen Canyon or if it has turned into Marble Canyon at this point. The cliffs in the background are the Vermilion Cliffs again. I made my way on US 89 down to the US 160 junction and turned East on US 160. US 160 runs across East/West across the Navajo Reservation and Painted Desert. As soon as you turn onto US 160, it looks like you just landed on Mars. The ground consists of many different shades of red rock. There didn't seem to be much vegetation. Just colored rock. On this part of the reservation, US 160 is not a very wide road and I didn't see any motorcycle friendly turnoffs for photos, but it is definitely a place worth a visit. On my way to Kayenta, there were serveral terrain changes. At Tuba City, it was the Painted Desert. A little further East, it looked more like the grasslands of Western Nebraska and Eastern Colorado. Further East, it turned into horse country with low scrub trees. At Kayenta, it was back into the desert. I stopped in Kayenta to stage my ride the next day into Monument Valley. Kayenta is a reservation town run by the Navajo's. For a really small town, there are several nice, big name hotels in there. Kayenta has a captive market. There really is no where else to stay going into and out of Monument Valley and since it's surrounded by the Navajo Reservation, the Navajo tribe can control what can be built. It looks like Kayenta is the overnight stop for tour buses coming into and out of Monument Valley. This was the most expensive hotel of my entire trip, including downtown Durango, but definitely not the nicest. Except for the cost of the hotel, all and all a really great day. June 20 3,200 Miles across the Southwest - June 5, 2008 - Day 9 - Flagstaff AZ to North Rim Grand CanyonDay 9 - Flagstaff, AZ to North Rim Grand Canyon - 208 GPS miles
Today was windy, but I got to ride through some of the most diverse and beautiful scenery I've seen yet. My route cut across the Western edge of the Painted Desert, swung along the Vermillion Cliffs, climbed through forests and snow at 8,000 feet, and wound my way to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. Here's the map of my route (as always, click on any image to see larger version).
I had read about how it was necessary to make reservations for the Grand Canyon up to a year in advance. When I was at my daughters house, I decided to call and see if I could get someone's cancelation. Bingo. I got a second tier cabin that happened to be right on the North Rim at Grand Canyon Lodge.
I took off from Flagstaff, but before I got out of town, I stopped at the Checker Auto Parts store and picked up some DOT 4 brake fluid. My front brake reservoir was starting down into the sightglass and I didn't want to get caught without any brake fluid if I needed it.
I headed out on U.S. 89 North. After Flagstaff, U.S 89 is on the Navajo Indian Reservation and goes along the Western edge of the Painted Desert. The temps were pleasant, in the high 60's. I stopped at a trading post in Cameron and purchased a handmade Navajo jug and turquoise ear rings for my wife. I explained that I was riding a motorcycle and would like to have the stuff shipped home. "No problem", they said. I found out that "Indian Time" happens at a different pace than Middle America White Guy time. Jumping somewhat ahead (obviously, I'm writting this after the fact), I had been home over a week and hadn't seen the package. On June 16th, I called. They hadn't made it to UPS yet, but don't worry, they'll get to it. (The package came today, June 20th). I continued North on U.S. 89. There was a stong wind from the West. The scenery was incredible. I didn't run across any bike friendly turn offs, so I wasn't able to get any good photos (need to get that camera on the bike). After I turned off on AZ 89 ALT at Bitter Springs, starting towards the North Rim, there was a indian vendor turn out. This photo is another attempt at a panorama from the Northwest corner of the Painted Desert. It's looking North at the Vermilion Cliffs. It's no where near as visual as it is further South by Tuba City.
U.S. 89 ALT crosses the Colorado River on the Navajo Bridge, about 3 miles South of Lee's Ferry and 10 miles South of Page. The ferry at Lee's Ferry was the only way to cross the Colorado for something like a 1,000 mile stretch before the Navajo Bridge opened in 1928. The ferry closed when the Navajo Bridge opened.
The original bride was operational until 1995 when a new, wider bridge was built right next to the original. The original bridge is now used as a foot bridge. The new bridge is on the right in the photo above.
Here is a photo of the Colorado River from the old bridge (the foot bridge now) looking North. I've heard that the blue color of the water is due to minerals (my guess would be copper) leaching into the water. If you click on the photo and then click on the smugmug "O" size (original), you can see a group of rafts in the green area, on the right side of the river, just above the sand bar. They are getting ready to head down the Colorado.
Even today, there are only three bridges over several the Colorado River for several hundred miles in Arizona and Utah. There is a bridge at Glen Canyon Dam in Page, AZ, the bridge at Hoover Dam in Boulder City and the Navajo Bridge. The Navajo Bridge is at the Western border of the Navajo Indian Reservation. There is a really nice Navajo Interpretive Center at the bridge site. You can find out more about the Navajo Bridge here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navajo_bridge).
After crossing the Navajo Bridge, I skirted along the base of the Vermilion Cliffs for probably 15 miles. The cliffs loom over the area. After riding parallel to the cliffs, you start the ascent towards Jacob Lake and the turnoff to the Grand Canyon. Right after you start to climb, there is a scenic turnoff where I tried another panorama photo of the Vermilion Cliffs.
There's more on the Vermilion Cliffs here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vermilion_Cliffs). The vastness of this part of the West reminds me of Alaska. Even though the terrain and ecology are different, they both share that same impossibly large scale. In Arizona (and Alaska), you can be be at the top of a ridge and look 70 to 100 miles across a valley that's 25 miles wide and see ... nothing but valley.
I stopped at the Restaurant/Gas Station/Motel at Jacob Lake. $8 bucks for a burger that would be 99 cents at McDonald's. Way overpriced, but they have a captive audience. Nowhere else around to eat for miles.
It's 42 miles down AZ Hwy 64 from Jacob Lake to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. The road is in terrific shape. It's smooth as glass and is made up of one set of 50 MPH sweepers after another.
I had read that 95% of the traffic goes to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I don't know if that's true, but there sure weren't many people at the North Rim. There was very little traffic and while there were people around, there was no waiting and no big crowds. The morning before I got here, a fast moving snow squall dumped 5 inches of snow at the park entrance and 2 inches at the rim (the park entrance is at 8,300 feet, the rim is a few hundred feet lower). There was still snow drifts in some of the shaded areas of the park.
This is the cabin I got.
It was a little rustic. Just enough to be quaint. There was heat, electricity and a modern bathroom with shower. The Rim of the canyon is just off the the left of the picture.
These are some photos of the Grand Canyon from the North Rim when the sun started to set (I have a photo in tomorrow's set at sunrise). At the park, the rangers say on a clear day you can see 100 to 150 miles from the North Rim. For perspecitve, the mountains in the photos below are over 75 miles South from the North Rim.
3,200 miles across the Southwest - June 4, 2008 - Day 8 - Phoenix AZ to Flagstaff AZDay 8 - Phoenix to Flagstaff, AZ - 194 GPS miles
This was a really terrific riding day. The weather was great. I've heard and read quite a bit about great motorcycling roads, but I never hear Arizona roads mentioned. What I've seen so far, Arizona has fantastics road for motorcycling. Today was a short mileage day, but it was over twisty mountain roads with lots of hairpin turns and nice sweeping s-turns, so it took a bit longer than I anticiapted.
Here is a map of today's route (NOTE: Click any photo for a larger version).
The basic route was to take U.S. 60 to Wickenburg, then take U.S. 89 and U.S. 89A through Prescott and Sedona to Flagstaff. It's a very scenic route.
The 303 loop is just outside my daughter's neighborhood, so I took the U.S. 303 loop South to U.S. 60 and U.S. 60 West to Wickenburg. I was able to miss all the Phoenix traffic. After I got under way, I noticed my XM radio wasn't working. I pulled over once I hit U.S. 60 to check it out. I forgot to plug my helmet headset in when I left. DUH!!!. The road from Phoenix to just East of Wickenburg was through flat desert. It was smooth, straight asphalt that made for a pleasant ride. At Wickenburg, the road started to climb slightly. Turning North on U.S. 89, there was a sign that said something like "Mountain Roads Ahead next 35 miles". So far it was just a gentle climb. My memory's a little fuzzy, but about 10 miles North of Wickenburg, maybe somewhere around Congress, AZ, it started to climb. Here's a map of the road between Congress and Prescott.
As I started climbing, it got colder. About 8:30 a.m., I had climbed high enough (5,000 feet) and the temp was cold enough, I stopped and put on my rain gear as a wind breaker/extra layer. Right after I put on my rain gear (to keep warm), I started down Yarnell Hill. The hill out of Yarnell drops 2,500 feet in 4 miles. The view is extraordinary. I haven't gotten a camera mounted on the bike yet and there were no good turnoff to take photo's, so no photos.
After descending out of Yarnell and driving through the valley a bit, I started climbing again through Prescott National Forest to Prescott. Prescott is at 5,300 and located in the tall pines. When my parents lived in Mesa, AZ, they used to spend the summer in Prescott. Now I see why. It seemed like a beautiful city and if you take I-17 and the AZ 63 expressway, it's probably only an hour away from Phoenix. Because of the altitude, the weather is much cooler.
The darndest thing happened to me in Prescott. It had warmed up enough I wanted to put away my rain gear. It was about 10:30 a.m. I stopped at a gas station to grab a Diet Coke and stow away my gear. Somehow I had gotten my topcase overloaded and the lock release button jammed. I was pushing on it with my thumb, but it wasn't going anywhere, so I pushed HARDER with my thumb. "POP". My thumb dislocated. "What the heck???" (Well, that isn't exactly what I said). It didn't take much to pop it back in. Always trying to figure out what's going on, I tried it again. "POP". Ouch. I popped it back in. After I got it back in the second time (I figured twice was more than enough), I could still move it and feel with it. It still had blood flow. It hurt (not as bad as it would a couple days later), but it was functional. On to Plan B. I took the topcase off and squeezed it between my knees and used the rubber covered handle on a pair of pliers to push on the lock release button. It worked. I reorganized the topcase so the lock wouldn't jam and put it back on the bike. I figured since I could move it, feel it and it wasn't turning blue, it would do any good to go get my thumb checked, so I just kept going.
After that little disaster, I headed for Sedona on U.S. 89A. The road from Prescott to about 1/2 way to Sedona (maybe Clarkdale) is pretty twisty. The road is a mix of 15 MPH hairpin turns and 40 MPH sweeping s-turns. Here's a map.
Jerome was the most interesting town I drove through. It's pretty much built right on the side of a cliff. The front door is at street level. The back door has a 200 foot drop off. I hit Jerome about 11:30 a.m. and the place was packed. I didn't see any good bike parking, so I didn't stop, but it definitely looks like a good place to spend some time.
After Clarkdale, the road is made up of 60 MPH sweepers all the way to Sedona. I stopped at the McDonald's in Sedona. I've heard it's the only McDonald's that doesn't have "Golden Arches". The Arches are turquoise. Here's a picture...
Sedona is know for the red color of the rock formations. Here are two photos that show that. I took them in a canyon and they were shaded slightly. The photos don't do justice to how bright red the rocks can be when the sun hits them correctly.
The route from Sedona to Flagstaff follows Oak Creek Canyon. Sedona is at 4,500 feet and Flagstaff is at 7,000 feet. The climb takes a 30 mile twisty hairpin road through multiple ecologies (desert to oak forests to pine forests) with multiple rock types and formations. The road was really busy and nobody was moving too fast. I enjoyed the slower pace. It was really a pleasant drive.
At the Flagstaff end of Oak Creek Canyon, there is a large scenic overlook that looks back down the canyon. This is a photo looking back down the canyon towards Sedona.
I made it to Flagstaff about 3 p.m. My thumb was functional, but throbbing. I was ready to call it quits for the day.
3,200 miles across the Southwest - June 1, 2 & 3 - Days 5, 6 and 7 - Phoenix AZDay 4, 5 & 6 - Family days in Peoria, AZ
These were rest days and the highlight of my trip. My daughter and her family as well my brother and his wife both live in Peoria, AZ (a suburb of Phoenix). It was also my Grandson Caleb's 3rd birthday. Can it get any better than combining a motorcycle trip with a birthday party for my main man in Arizona?
I stayed at my daughter's house. While I was there, I had the chance to make some changes to the bike and gear based on stuff that came up while traveling. More importantly, I also had lots of "play time" with my grandson.
My daughter, son-in-law, Caleb and I went to a really nice, casual bistro called Lakeside Bar and Grill on Happy Valley Parkway. Great food, great atmosphere and great service. I'd recommend it in a heart beat. If you go, just make sure some brain dead driver doesn't hit you when you turn in off Happy Valley. The way people drive around Phoenix reminds of how people drove when I was stationed in Korea. If the people in Phoenix just started honkng their horn all the time, it would be just like Korea.
My brother, his wife and I went to dinner at a place called "On the Border Mexican Grill and Cantina". It's a nationwide franchise, but it doens't feel like one. They have them across about 2/3 of the U.S. (just not in Nebraska). I'd say it's like a Mexican version of Applebee's. This is the second time I've been there. They have a really terrific fajita dinner. One of the most pleasant things in life has to be the combination of good food with good company.
Even though I really (really) enjoy visiting my family, each time I go to Phoenix, I dislike the Phoenix area more and more. After this trip, I'd say I've become a big fan of Arizona in general (very, very beautiful and diverse), just not the Phoenix area. There are too many people. It's too dirty. There's too much crime. People there drive like they lost their minds. Everyone says the heat is a dry heat, but so is a convection oven. I guess it's just not a place I'd care to live. Hey, different strokes, right.
On June 3rd, the big day arrived. When my grandson got up there were birthday decorations at the table...
At dinner time, when my son-in-law got back from work, we started the birthday celebration. My daughter made a terrific kabob dinner and a "dirt cake". The dirt cake has a pudding base with crushed Oreo cookies on top to look like dirt. She decorated it with trucks and "3" candle...
We had to blow out the candle...
and eat some cake...
Caleb received a number of nice gifts. He has a whole platoon of grandparents, aunts and uncles that love him very much. My daughter suggested I get him a fishing pole. I wasn't so sure. I thought he might be too young, but I gave it a shot. I found a nice Spider Man logo'd fishing pole at the local Sports Chalet (another great store). He figured it out right away. He couldn't quite work the button for casting, but he knew exactly how to hold it and the right action to cast it. He had no problem reeling it in by himself. The fishing pole came with a rubber coated casting weight shaped like a fish. We went out and Caleb practiced "fishing". He's totally ready to go fishing for real. I hope to get the chance to take him sometime soon.
June 17 3,200 miles across the Southwest - May 31, 2008 - Day 4 - Holbrook AZ to Phoeniz AZ (Salt River Canyon)Day 4 - Holbrook, AZ to Peoria (Phoenix), AZ - 260 miles
This was the the first day that made riding the Beemer a total deal maker. I didn't keep exact track, but of the 260 miles today, probably 125 miles consisted of 10 and 15 MPH (posted) hairpin turns and 30 to 40 MPH sweeping s-turns.
Here is the map for 5/31.
It was going to be 100+ in Phoenix, so I wanted to get an early start from Holbrook. When I left at 7 a.m., it was 45 degrees F. I put my rain gear on over my mesh riding clothes as an extra windproof/warming layer. That along with my Goretex gloves and I can be reasonably comfortable down to the low 40's. The first 20 miles between Holbrook and Snowflake, AZ were on AZ 77, a lonely two lane through the high desert. AZ 77 runs across a high plateau. In the coolness of the early morning, the visibility was at least 70 miles and could have been 100 miles. It seemed like you could see forever.
The first sign for the Snowflake city limits ended up being quite a ways out of town. At the city limit sign there was some typical, run down, rusted out, desert property. My first thought was that Snowflake must really be a dump. As I went a few miles further and entered the actual town, I had a completly different impression. There are acutally two towns that adjoin each other. Snowflake on the North side and Taylor on the South side. Two very attractive, very well kept up towns. I'm not sure what people do in Snowflake and Taylor (there isn't much around), but they look like very nice places to live. Nice homes. Well kept up businesses.
Right after Snowflake, still on AZ 77 to Show Low, the terrain changes from flat, high desert to the foothills for the White Mountains that are covered with scrub pines.
For the last 3 or 4 years there has been a world-class triathlon at Show Low. This was the weekend for it. Part of it was on AZ 77 North of Show Low. There were water trucks and trucks setting up cones into and through Show Low. Show Low is also an attractive town that is located within the Sitgraeves National Forest. Lots of tall pines.
It was pushing 65 degrees by the time I got to Show Low, so I took off the rain gear and stowed it. It is interesting to watch the temps change, not only as the day goes on, but as the elevation changes. I was seeing 4 to 5 degree fluctuations in temperature as my elevation went up an down.
I took U.S. Hwy 60 South in Show Low. Just a few miles outside of Show Low, you cut across about 40 miles of the Fort Apache Indian Reservation. Truely beautiful. It's mostly tall pines. Lots of "Watch for Elk Next 30 miles" signs. The road was smooth asphalt. A few short straight aways connected by many 30 to 40 MPH sweeping s-turns. Really a fun ride. After about 40 miles, I exited the indian reservation was skirting along the Eastern edge of Tonto National Forest. I entered some canyons and there were quite a few 10 and 15 MPH hairpin turns. Not having been here before, I thought I just went through the Salt River Canyon. This is what the Salt River Canyon road looks like on Google Maps.
It was fun, but from looking at the map, I thought it would be more intense biking. Well, not long after that, I came across a sign that said "Entering Salt River Canyon". OOP's. The road through the Canyon is 9 miles long. There are 4-1/2 miles of hairpin turns that descend 2,000 feet to the bottom of the canyon and then another 4-1/2 miles of hairpin turns that take you back up the other side.
Here is a photo of the entry to the canyon coming from the North and looking to the South.
And here is a photo taken from the rest area at the bottom of the canyon. I met a great couple from Tuscon, riding their Harley Street Glide, taking a break at the rest area. A very enjoyable place to take a break for a while.
You can see road cut into the side of the canyon. There are limited guard rails. You don't want to fall off. I met a group of engineers from ABB in Holbrook that were working on an electrical generating station there. One guy that works with them, but wasn't there, is from Tucson. They told me he likes to drive through the Salt River Canyon to get back and forth to Tucson, but his advice is not to do it at night. Too many elk, too many drop-offs and very dark at night. After driving through it, I believe it.
After coming out of the Salt River Canyon, it is pretty much one set of 40 to 45 MPH sweeping s-turns followed by another all the way to Globe. Very fun ridding. As you go from Show Low through the Salt River Canyon to Globe, you descend from about 6,500 feet to 3,500 feet. As you go down, the temps go up. I made it to Globe about 10:30 a.m. It was 85 degrees F and warming up. I stopped for fuel and a Gatorade.
From Globe to Phoenix, you descend from 3,500 feet to 1,000 feet with that much more additonal heating. It's about 2-1/2 hours from Globe to Peoria. I knew it was going to be hot into Phoenix, so I put on my cooling vest in Globe. It's supposed to provide 2 to 3 hours of cooling. The first 30 miles out of globe are winding down a mountain. It was enjoyable riding, but for the first time, lots of traffic. At the bottom of the mountain, it's an 80 MPH run into Phoenix in bumper to bumper (bumper to fender) traffic.
As I got closer to Phoenix, the temp kept climbing. At Apache Junction, it was in the low 90's. On the West side of Mesa, 95 degrees. I took the 101 Loop around to Peoria. Past Scottsdale, it was about 98 and when I went past I-17, it hit 101. Everyone likes to say, "but it's a dry heat", but so is your convection oven. The cooling vest did it's job, but was just running out of steam when I pulled into my daughters house at 1 p.m.
All and all, it was really a good riding day. June 16 3,200 miles across the Southwest - May 30, 2008 - Day 3 - Tucumcari NM to Holbrook AZDay 3 - Tucumcari, NM to Holbrook, AZ - 416 GPS miles
On this trip I had a ritual I accomplished almost every morning. I would watch the Weather Channel and I'd use a small ASUS eee-PC that I brought with me to check the Weather Channel website (http://www.weather.com) and the Weather Underground's website (http://www.wunderground.com) to see if I needed to modify my route based on weather conditions. Two important things came out of that exercise this morning.
First, I realized I was very lucky to be able to "thread the needle" through Kansas. The day before I left (5/27), there were servere thunderstorms and tornados throughout Central Kansas. When I came through on 5/28, it was overcast and there was a couple of hours of rain in Southern Kansas, but nothing significant. The previous afternoon (5/29) there were very destructive tornados in the late afternoon the came through Smith Center and Osborne Kansas. I had just gone through there the day before.
Second, I was planning on heading South to Roswell, White Sands and Las Cruces before heading into Arizona. Well, it was going to be over 100 degrees at noon if I went that way and only 85 degrees if I took the Northern route on I-40. Eighty five degrees or one hundred degrees?? Hmmm.. I broke my "no interstate" rule and took I-40 across New Mexico. Here's a map of the route I took.
Tucumcari is an interesting place. There used to be an original U.S. highway called US Route 66 (read more at http://www.historic66.com) that ran from Chicago to Los Angeles. There was a 1946 song called "Get Your Kicks on Route 66" by Bobby Troup. There was also a TV series called "Route 66" about two guys traveling the country. Many of the scenes were filmed on Route 66. It ran from 1960 to 1964 (The actors changed during the series, more info here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Route_66_(TV_series)). Route 66 as a U.S Highway is gone. Most of the pavement that was Route 66 is gone as well. It was paved over by I-40 or other non-Interstate highways. There are a few places where the Route 66 pavement still exists. I ran across it in Tucumcari, Gallup, Holbrook and Flagstaff. Every place else I ran across Route 66, except Tucumcari, there was just a small historical sign. In Tucumcari, Route 66 is an entire tourist industry. There are original Route 66 motels and restuarants. There are dilapidated gas stations and motels that were shown on the TV show that people drive by and photograph. There are Route 66 festivals. It must have been an attraction for boomers that are just a little older than myself. No connection for me. Here's a photo of Route 66 in Tucumcari.
Taking I-40 was a good choice. The weather couldn't have been better. The sky's were clear. The temp was perfect. There wasn't much traffic. Montana brags about being "Big Sky Country", but New Mexico has a pretty big sky also. I took the following photo about 20 miles West of Santa Rosa, NM. I've been using the GIMP photo editing program to make panorama's. I'm still working on my technique (obviously) to get the photo stiching seamless. This is three photos stiched together. One thing that you can't see in the photo that was visible in person was a large snow capped mountain about 75 to 100 miles straight North. Beautiful country.
I made it to Gallup about 1 p.m. for Lunch. Gallup sits in a Canyon. Even though the wind wasn't very strong anywhere else, there seemed to be a venturi effect in Gallup. Not much wind on eiter side, but it was roaring through Gallup. From Gallup, I went to Holbrook for the night.
Holbrook is adjacent to the Hopi Indian Reservation and the Petrified Forest National Park. Holbrook seemed like a nice town, but two things stood out. First was this statue. There was some form of it at many places around Holbrook (this is a nice bronze model in front of the Holiday Inn Express).
The second was the petrified wood "logs". Most towns in Arizona have garden centers that sell lawn orniments like concrete cactus, concrete coyotes, concrete donkey's, etc. In Holbrook, the lawn orniment is a chunk of petrified log. I saw some that were 2 feet in diameter and 4 feet tall. Here's a photo of one they had at the hotel.
One thing I missed in Holbrook was the Wigwam Motel on old Route 66. You can stay in a teepee shaped hotel room made of concrete and steel. There were quite a few of these in the 50's. Now there are only three left. For more info, take a look at Wigwam Motel #6 here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wigwam_Motel).
3,200 miles across the Southwest - May 29, 2008 - Day 2 - Pratt KS to Tucumcari NMDay 2 - Pratt, KS to Tucumcari, NM 342.5 GPS miles.
This was my route for Day 2.
It was a very hot and windy day. While the terrain varied frequently yesterday going North to South across Kansas, there were only two kinds of terrain today. First, it was pancake flat from Pratt, KS all the way to the Texas/New Mexico border. I don't remember even seeing a hill. Then, at the the Texas/New Mexico border, it became hilly with red dirt covered by scrub trees. It looked like it was right out of a cowboy movie.
I didn't take many photos today. There just wasn't much to take photos of. One place I did take a photo of was Greensburg, KS. A little over a year ago (May 4, 2007) Greensburg was destroyed by an EF-5 tornado. Even a year later, the descruction is incredible. Here is a photo I took of what's left of downtown Greensburg (click the photo to see a larger image).
The building on the left was one of only a few buildings left standing in the town of approximateley 1,500 people. The building on the right was rebuilt after the tornado. There have been a few modular houses and a few stick built houses rebuilt in town, but there still isn't much. I took the photo above from a gas station, but there wasn't any building. Only pumps (credit card sales only). The other thing I thought was really interesting about Greensburg was that the tops of all the trees had been broken off about 18 to 20 feet off the ground. Almost like a lumber saw came across the town 20 feet off the ground. I've been guessing that was the height of the debris field in the tornado and that's what sawed the tops of the trees off, but I don't know. I'd like to find out for sure.
After Greensburg the wind picked up from the Southwest, coming at me from my left front. It was probably 25 to 30 mph with gusts to over 40 mph. There were several large "windmill farms" generating electricity. Hmmm, I'm thinking it's really windy there a lot. When the wind gets that strong, a couple things happen. The bike starts to act like a sailboat and leans into the wind. When a bike leans, it wants to turn, so you have to countersteer like you're in a turn just to keep the bike going straight. At the end of the day, my arm was sore with fatigue from pushing on the handle bar to keep the bike going straight. Another thing that happens is when trucks pass by you going the other direction, especially open trucks like cattle trucks, the turbulence pummels you and the bike. It's definitely uncomfortable. Lastly, when the gusts start pushing 40 mph and come from the right direction, the gusts catch your helmet can snap your head back and feel like someone is trying to yank your helmet off your head. Riding is fun, enjoyable, etc. Riding in really strong, gusty crosswinds, not so much.
The morning started off cool, but by the time I stopped in Texhoma, OK for lunch about 1 p.m. it was 90 degrees and very humid. It's probably hard to guess that Texhoma is right on the Texas/Oklahoma border. I went to a great local cafe and had a mega-burger. That's the nice thing about small farm towns. Massive quanties of food, great service, reasonable price.
As I cut across the Texas panhandle, I went through Stratford and Dalhart Texas. They were like sterotypes from movies of small town Texas. It was a little surreal.
The terrain changed at the Texas/New Mexico border and went from flat to hilly. The soil turned red and now there were 4 foot tall scrub trees. It was pretty windy all the way to Tucumcari. After I got to Tucumcari, the wind picked up even more. It was a good place to spend the night.
June 15 3,200 miles across the Southwest - May 28, 2008 - Day 1 - Omaha NE to Pratt KSI've wanted to try some solo, long distance motorcycle travel. I've been planning this trip, plus a couple others, for some time. I packed up the bike the previous night, got up early and took off. This is a map of my entire route route. One of my goals was to spend the minimum amount of time on the Interstate. I ended up with probably less than 1/3 of my mileage on the Interstate. The rest of my time was on State and U.S. Highways. Mostly 2 lane, but some 4 lane. On the left is the BMW branded J&M audio system with CB radio. On the right is the Garmin GPSMAP 478. The Garmin 478 is a marine GPS that also includes the Garmin City Navigator Street Maps. The big plus is that it has XM radio and the ability to superimpose NEXRAD weather radar images on the road map (plus show some additional weather functions like surface winds). I took the following photo (not a great one) after the trip to show what the Garmin 478 looks like when it is displaying real-time weather data. Having real-time weather data on the trip was a real asset. It helped me skirt around a couple storms. Out West, the wind was strong and relentless. I was able to use the surface wind display to know where there were going to be problems before they happened.
Motorcycle speedometers and odometers usually read 5% high. The GPS is able to track the actual satellite calculated mileage plus show the actual moving time, total elapsed time, and total trip mileage. I used the GPS values to document the trip.
On to the first day.
Day 1. Omaha, NE to Pratt, KS. 401 miles by GPS.
Here the map of the day 1 route.
I took the interstate from Omaha to Grand Island, then turned South on U.S. 281 through Hastings, NE all the way to Pratt. Traffic was moderate through Hastings, but after Hastings, there were only a few cars on the road outside of the small towns. There was a pretty good wind from Omaha to Hastings.
Touring in a car is a mostly visual experience. Touring on a motorcycle involves many more senses than a car. Because of how you sit on a motorcycle, the visual experience is greater, but riding a motorcycle is also a tactile experience. You feel the wind. Sometimes it's gentle, sometimes it blasts you. You feel the heat or the cold. You feel the rain. You can feel the different textures of the road. Some are smooth, some are rough. When the wind conditions are right and you go by an 18-wheeler, your body can be pummeled by the turbulance.
I stopped in Red Cloud, NE and took this photo of the Willa Cather Historical Site.
Willa Cather is considered to be one of two eminent Nebraska authors (the other is Mari Sandoz). Willa grew up in Red Cloud and went to the University of Nebraska. She left for New York after graduating from college, but wrote about her Nebraska childhood. There is some info on Willa Cather here.
Red Cloud is not far from the Kansas/Nebraska state line. It started getting foggy at Red Cloud. Shortly after crossing into Kansas I went past the geographical center of the contiguous U.S. I should have stopped for a photo, but the weather looked threatening, so I continued on.
The terrain in Nebraska was pretty much the same from Omaha to Kansas. Not so in Kansas. The geography changed several times. Rolling hills. Flat plains. Cattle country. Farm land. Lot's of oil wells pumping that $130 barrel oil out of the ground. Somewhere just South of Russell, Kansas (Bob Dole country), it started to rain. I got my rain gear on. It worked well. Wet on the outside, dry on the inside all the way to Pratt.
I was suprised by how busy Pratt was. I figured it would be a small, sleepy country town. Not so. Things were bustling. Lots of construction, lots of truck and car traffic. Probably more motels for a small town than any I've seen before.
Today pretty much had some of everything but the sun. There was wind, dry conditions, fog, rain, calm and always overcast. It was a good travel day.
May 25 May 20, 2008 - Wing Sold Sold the Wing I had placed an ad on the local GWTA board and on the national GL1800Riders board. No takers. I listed the Wing on a 7 day auction on eBay. Lots of interest in the Wing and two bidders swooping for the bike at the last minute. Great sale. The auction winner was from Wichita. He had been driving a 1500 Gold Wing for the last three years. He just turned 65. This was his retirement gift. He drove his trailer up two days after the auction closed, paid and picked up the bike. Terrific transaction. April 30 - The new Beemer OK, After dropping the Wing twice doing slow speed maneuvers and straining my back each time getting it back upright (even using the push with your legs and back technique), I decided no matter how great a bike the Wing is (and it really is), it wasn't the right bike for me to travel around with. I had been looking at BMW R1200RT's. They have 110 HP (compared to 118 HP on the Wing). No where near the bottom end torque of the Wing. Not as much fairing coverage as the Wing. I like the ergonomics on the Beemer better than the Wing. The Beemer only weights 520 pounds. That's about 350 pounds less than a Wing. I did a nice, long test drive on a really windy day at BMW Motorcycles of Omaha. I tried highways and back roads. Sold. For right now, I'd say it's the Goldilocks bike (not too big, not too small, just right). After I got the Beemer, I added a J&M CB radio and my Garmin 478 GPS/XM radio. It's great to have commo and tunes. Well, here's a photo of the bike (click on the photo to see a full size version). April 20 Laid up - Nature photosWell, I made a bone headed mistake and hurt my back. I dropped the Wing (Doh!!) and used some bad body mechanics getting it back upright. No riding for the last couple weeks. That hasn't been too bad since the weather has been rainy and cold. I'm still not up to riding yet, but walking is OK. Yesterday the weather broke and it was finally nice. Pam and I went to the Heron Haven for a walk around. The Heron Haven is a spring fed "wetland" located in Northwest Omaha. It used to be a biker bar with a small swamp behind it. The local Audubon Society collaborated with the local natural resource district, purchased it to prevent it from being turned into apartments, and cleaned it up nicely. Supposedly the Corps of Engineers has tested the quality of the water and found it very high with no nitrates or other pollutants, which is unique for the Midwest. Here is a link that describes the Heron Haven (http://www.bigmuddyworkshop.com/OldSite/heronhaven.html). We must have caught it at just the right time. There were 13 Egrets that were passing through plus a number of Canadian Geese that I believe have become permanent residents. Here is a panorama photo of the Egrets. Click on the photo to see a larger image (sorry, I just started using The Gimp for photo editing and need to work on smoothing the edges of the overlapping photos in the panorama). |