Monday, August 25, 2014

Silverton, Colorado


There is a V-Strom rally in Silverton, Colorado.
Time for a ride.
Ken, aka Von kenstrom wants to go also. We meet on highway 6 just past the Thistle mud slide.
Ken's daughter Jill has joined us. Good thing she got her looks from her cute Mom eh?

This is the Bedrock store, located in Paradox Valley, Colorado. Legend has it that Butch Cassidy ran this place for awhile
It was closed when we were there, but there is a For Sale sign in the window..... Old store anyone??
Jill and her Dad.

We have a great ride on the Million Dollar Highway and all to soon arrive at the rally site in Silverton and pitch our tents.
As we enter the town I immediately spot what looks like a statue of Christ on the hill above town. At dinner and then the next day I ask four or five different locals how to get to the "statue up on the hill"? 'The what?' was the common answer. One gal even walked out to the street and looked up the hill to see what I was talking about. Hmmm.....
I was finally able get some vague directions and I ride up there first thing Saturday morning.
This is the Christ of the Mines statue. Many miracles are attributed to this statue. You can read more here: http://www.villadallavalle.com/christ-of-the-mines-shrine.html
The statue is 16 feet tall and weighs 26 tons.

For me, just going, and being there was a humbling, and worthwhile experience.
Looking back at Silverton from the statue.
There is a box at the statue where people can write...whatever they choose to write. Then they can leave it in the box.
I probably violated some unwritten law of politeness, but as I opened the top of the box a certain writing caught my eye. I read it then put it back but could not get it off my mind as I continued to enjoy the peaceful setting of the Shrine.
Finally I went back to the box, retrieved the writing and made an addition to the bottom.
After that I felt like my visit was over.
So, I got on Gen and busted it home. Von kenstrom and Jill extended their trip another day and went the other direction.
It was a great trip, its always a good time when Von kenstrom is around. 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Friends of Ted

 I need to be in Victor, Idaho July 12 (details below) so...bike packed and fueled, I'm northward bound on a rainy day.
Somewhere in Utah on US 89 
 Eden, Utah.
 Just after I cross into Idaho I am stopped at a traffic jamb due to this accident. What a shame to wreck a vintage car. There were injuries, but I don't know how severe. While traffic was stopped I was able to doff my rain gear and didn't have to put it on again.

And now for the reason I'm on this ride:

This is Ted.

Ted died a few years ago suddenly and unexpectedly from a heart attack.
Ted was one of the most Christian, charitable, Christ like people I've ever known.

For several years, Ted was our ecclesiastical leader, a "Bishop" in Mormon parlance.
I was sitting in Ted's office one Sunday when my oldest son walked in to report back on an assignment he had been given. At the time my son was about 15 years old. Saturday Night Live was a favorite show of his and he started re-enacting a skit he had seen on that show. Something about a UPS guy who couldn't hold still.

So, here we were, in a church, in the office of a church leader and my son was bouncing around like a Red Bull hyped up Mexican jumping bean. I was embarrassed; not of my son, but because I was trying so hard not to laugh that my stomach was hurting. Somehow Ted kept a straight face, he kept his focus and tried to keep Jacob on task. He succeeded....barely, and the report was taken care of.
A lot of the time when someone dies, it is said "they were called home" or "they have a job to do elsewhere". Most of the time I just roll my eyes....they were "called home" because they made a left turn in front of a semi-truck, or whatever stupid thing they did to cause their death. But when Ted died, I am confident he was "called home", and has a job to do elsewhere. And I can say with certainty that whatever task he was assigned, he has stayed focused, on task, and he has, or will successfully complete his job.

Ted stuck up for me once. Someone made a rude comment. I was trying to figure out a way to make a pithy reply without (since it was a church activity) using the non-productive expletives that were banging around in my brain. Then, Ted made a quiet, not aggressive statement that completely turned the situation around. He didn't have to do that for me, but he did.

When we heard about Ted's heart attack, my wife and I went straight to the hospital, arriving shortly after his family. Ted was on life support, his family by his side, urging him to fight and hold on. I remember hearing them, then turning my head and looking the other way..... and not really seeing with my eyes, but I knew Ted was walking down the hallway and out of the building. I turned to my wife and quietly told her that Ted had just left. I don't know why I was given that knowledge, but it happened. It haunts me to this day that maybe I was supposed to say something and I didn't. I hope I didn't let Ted down.

Ted grew up in Victor, Idaho. I've been to the house(s) he grew up in and he told me some stories of his youth. Then at his funeral, we heard more stories, and specifically some stories that included; this road (SR 33) in the winter time, sleds, and narrow misses. After hearing those stories every time I would ride on this road I would think of Ted. Finally one day I decided to do something that would honor Ted. I applied to IDOT for this section of road to clean up. And here it is, the "Friends of Ted Sessions"

July 12 was the first time the "Friends of Ted" gathered to clean up our section of road.

Ted's daughter, Stacy and some other family members on the clean up.

I won't close by saying "Rest in Peace" Ted, because I know Ted isn't resting. He is not only working, but he is working hard and making a difference. So, Work in Peace Ted. Thank you for your example.

We (Beverly our son Theron and his family) camped at the Teton Valley RV park. The park was just 'ok'. I'm not sure if I'll stay there again or not.
Beverly drove her car up a day earlier (Thursday) to get the supplies from IDOT. I could have saved some miles and money by riding with Theron instead of riding the bike (or not).....
Sunday morning I'm on my way home. The family leaving shortly after I did.

This is the mileage I got on the way up to Victor (52), on the way home I got slightly better mileage, but didn't take a pic.

Saw this in Star Valley, Wyoming.
Having a nice motorcycle ride to do a worthwhile service project that Honors a Great Man is REALLY a nice way to spend the weekend.
650 Miles.

Friday, July 4, 2014

V-Strom Cache Rally

I blogged a few months ago about organizing a rally (using those terms: organizing, and rally, loosely) this is a no frills rally with the V-Strom Cache as a central theme.

Finally the date arrived (June 27-29) and off to Cascade Idaho for the rally. 
Andreas and I planned to meet in Jerome Idaho and ride the rest of the way together.



A lot of the pictures in this post are courtesy of this guy, Andreas.
We arrive at the Arrowhead RV park, the rally site, by mid afternoon, and set up our tents.
The Arrowhead RV Park are great hosts. The place is spotlessly clean and they supply unlimited free firewood...even delivered it to our camp site.
(Photo by Andreas)
Time to cook dinner.
(Photo by Andreas)
(Photo by Andreas)
The next day Andreas and I  decide to ride to Yellowpine, Idaho. From Cascade to Yellowpine is only about 67 miles, but its a two hour journey because the road is so narrow, windy, and 17 miles is dirt.
The weather turned nasty and we got wet and muddy.



Since this IS the Cache Rally I brought a picture of the Cache.....

Andreas' well farkeled bike.
(Photo by Andreas)
And we make it to Yellowpine...
..where we had brunch. We each ordered a delicious omelet at this eatery.



Yellowpine Main St.
(Photo by Andreas)
On the way out of town.
(Photo by Andreas)
My chain needs adjusting so we picked the best spot we could find to do it......
(Photo by Andreas)

We got a little muddy..
(Photo by Andreas)

By the time we got back to camp, the other riders had started showing up.
Greg aka notacop, on left rode up from California (about 930 miles one way) and Don aka Nvr2old came over from Washington.
(Photo by Andreas)

Meridith and Ken aka Basecamp, Greg, Don and Your's truly.
(Photo by Andreas)
Blake, Kirt, and Jim arrive.
(Photo by Andreas)
(Photo by Andreas)
(Photo by Andreas)
More rain.
(Photo by Andreas)
Chillin time... (between rain storms)
(Photo by Andreas)
(Photo by Andreas)
(Photo by Andreas)
Trying to dry out my wallet and socks.

Saturday we ride up Warm Lake Road to the summit....
....where we u-turned and rode back down to the lodge and enjoyed lunch at this place.

There is a Bible camp in the area.
Back on the road we take Forest Road 474 and follow it the 30 crazy miles to where the pavement ends.



Aaaaaaand back to our camp where we enjoy some more chillin time, and take the obligatory group shot.
back row, Don, Andreas, Blake, Meridith, Jim, Greg.
front row, Kirt, Me, Ken
One rider from California, one from Washington, two from Utah, and five from Oregon.
Thanks to everyone who came! I had a super time despite the rain.
I "plan" to "organize" another Cache Rally next year.....mark your calender!

Good times!!
About 1150 miles for me.