It is the eve of day one and here i am in the shop playing on this damn computer instead of getting ready and i am so not ready.
Here is the bike i ride, its a 2005 Springer Classic This years motto
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Doesn’t feel like Day 1 because i am getting ready to head to the office. Was up late last night packing and getting the bike ready but didn’t get that done either. Somehow later today i know it will all come together. Do a few packing things this morning, head to the office, finish a few work items and patiently wait for my turn on project reviews and hopefully head out in dry weather later. Have decided to go through Poudre Canyon to Walden Colorado and maybe make Saratoga Wyoming tonight.
Hey we’re off, a lot later thanI expected but it feels good to finally be on the road. Have never been happy with the digital camera that I currently have so I stop at Walmart to buy one that I do. Off course it needs charged so today’s pics are with the current camera. Buying the camera was a story in itself that I will save for another time! Stop to get gas and have my first encounter, well actually my second encounter not counting the lady at the camera department at Walmart that asked way too many questions. This was my first encounter with what seems to find me on every motorcycle trip. People who want to talk! My job requires me to talk, talk talk,Â I have blisters on my ears from the cell phone , and have to talk to people constantly whether it is fellow co- workers or customers and one of the main reasons I enjoy riding so much isÂ I don’t have to talk to anyone and they can’t talk to me. That is until I stop, which I do often. My wife says I have “that look” whatever that is, and Â that makes people think they can walk right up and talk to me. I guess the bad ass biker look isn’t working for me or else people like to talk to bad ass biker looking people. So, “what kind of bike is that, where you going, i had a harley once, my brother has a harley, where you from, my dad has a harley, wanna buy some grass.” I think the best one ever was when i was first in line stopped at a road construction project and the flagger said “my life for yours” That one always stuck with me.
Anyway it feels great to be back on the road and now in Poudre Canyon. WOW, why has it been so long since i have been here! Following the Poudre River on a winding mountain road, a good road too! Rock walls on both sides, smell of pines in the air and lots of foliage from all the rain this year.
Lake at Cameron PassPoudre Falls
I do notice smoke a couple of miles off the main road and smell it too. I hope it stays wet because there is a lot of tinder with all the early rains and the beetle kill pines. I do run into an occasional mountain shower but nothing serious, it only enhances the smells of the forests. It is also getting colder as i get closer to Cameron Pass. I always stop to take a pic of the bike on Mtn passes with the pass sign in the background and even though i have been over this pass before i don’t remember a picture, at least not a digital picture . Sorry about the pic not being real clear but the elevation is 10,276 ft. Shortly after i go over the pass i see what i thought was a huge boulder moving. Okay i know its high up here but a boulder moving doesn’t make sense so i turn around. As i get closer i can see a huge black brown looking thing moving in the bushes. I initially thought it was a bear but as i got closer it was a moose. I pulled over to get the camera out and it is only about 30 yards away. I was trying to be quiet (yeah on a harley, right) and in a hurry thinking it was going to run off. Whatever berries or flowers it was pulling off the bushes must have been tasty because it could care less whether i was there or not. I shot about 10 pics and then cars started stopping everyplace and taking pictures. Of course i couldn’t understand half of them and of course they kept trying to get closer until it decided it was time to go back into the woods. I try not to stereotype but does every oriental person come stock with a NIkkon around the neck?
I never made it past Walden and found a rustic log cabin type motel to hole up in for the night. Seeing the moose was a real highlite of my day! I am sitting outside on a cool but nice night writing this and life is good!
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