2017 West Coast Rally
- Thread starter kennyw
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Hi Jon... Yep, we made one heck of a handsome rally group if I may say so! And those Waxwings were actually back at the pond behind 100 Acre Wood, so that picture is a little out of sequence. Lisa and I had such a great time...definitely a trip to remember forever!Jonz_imp said:
the Ferret
Road warrior
That picture with the sun drenched prairie, fog and mountina in the back ground is outstanding
flynrider
Road warrior
I know just where that is. As I was riding home from the rally, I stopped for gas in Stanley, ID. A couple of Harley riders from Florida asked me where would be a good nearby place to get a photo of the Sawtooth Range. I directed them 3 miles out of town where I'd taken this pic about 3 weeks earlierThe ferret_imp said:
Karl's pic :
the Ferret
Road warrior
Lol very cool.
kennyw
Road warrior
Thread starter
I am glad everyone enjoyed the trip. I have spent some time tonight editing more photos. I love taking photos but seldom have enough time to sit down and edit them properly.
The full album:
The full album:
Some lovely photos there, kenny. It looks like a glorious place to go riding.
Thanks for sharing. I'll look forward to having a chance to look at the full album.
Thanks for sharing. I'll look forward to having a chance to look at the full album.
the Ferret
Road warrior
Love the nature pics. IT's nice to notice something other than the next curve up ahead.great capture on that blue spotted dragonfly.
Kenny, couldn't make the imgur link work.
I've been trying to write up something about the rally. I have only gotten to to my trip there so far.
Tuesday 8/23/17 9am, I had a little under 14,000 miles on my od. By 3pm, in Omak, after lunch at the bakery in Twisp, 243 more miles. I think Hwy 20 through the North Cascades has got some of the best mountain road and view there is. With it’s 2 passes, twists, sweeps, lakes, rivers, and 60+ miles of often empty roads, it’s hard to beat.
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The day ended with a pulled pork sandwich and a couple of dark beers from Republic Brewery.
Wednesday after a decent hotel breakfast I continued on 20 through NE Washington. A very nice leg of the trip, but not as drop dead gorgeous as the Cascade mountains.
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At the Idaho border 20 joins with Hwy 2, that’s where traffic re-appeared. It was smokey from one of the many forest fires I skirted over the next few days, and hot. I wear one of those day glow vests when I ride and have taken to not buttoning my jacket underneath so the front is a big vent on my chest. The jacket is held together by the zipper on the vest. That only helps when I’m moving.
It was lunch time in Sandpoint, Idaho, but I didn’t want to stay in the traffic. By 1:30 I needed gas and food, luckily I was in the town of Clark Fork. A tasty sandwich from the bakery and conversation with another biker on a 2003 Shadow. He was returning home from a long trip, bike loaded with gear. Together we road south for 30 miles till his turn off to home. I continued on another 30 to reach Thompson Falls for the nite.
Another 262 miles had turned on the od. I decided to stretch my legs with a walk in Island Park and took some pics.
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Hwy 93 runs though the middle of town, and on my walk back from dinner to my hotel I saw 3 deer at different intersections just standing in the middle of the road. A different type of traffic than I’m used to.
Thursday woke to a light rain. Walked into town for breakfast hoping to have a dry spell to repack my bag on the bike . Food was ok, but the long and loud conversation between tables behind me about how city folks don’t know nothin’ and are the real cause of forest fires was entertaining. I wondered if I was the root of all evil in their opinion.
It was a damp but still smokey ride on the 2 hours south to Missoula. In Missoula I saw how smokey it could get, even as the rain continued. Glad to be heading another 2 hours south, over Lost Trail Pass, away from that confluence of the many fires smoke.
I stopped at the summit and used the hot air hand dryer in the rest area to dry the front of my shirt, because I hadn’t closed up my jacket in the rain. That short break meant I arrived at the sharp turn where 2 trucks had just gone head to head and had time to stop. I saw that the drivers were on their cell phones and squezed through the debris. Luckily I saw no other wreaks the rest of the trip.
Had lunch in North Fork, just south of the 100 Acre Lodge where Kenny, Karl, Lisa, and I stayed.
My arrival.
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More later--Jon Z
Tuesday 8/23/17 9am, I had a little under 14,000 miles on my od. By 3pm, in Omak, after lunch at the bakery in Twisp, 243 more miles. I think Hwy 20 through the North Cascades has got some of the best mountain road and view there is. With it’s 2 passes, twists, sweeps, lakes, rivers, and 60+ miles of often empty roads, it’s hard to beat.
[url=https://postimg.org/image/qaf7rvg77/]
[url=https://postimg.org/image/jiosp0r7n/]
[url=https://postimg.org/image/jy02i1d4z/]
The day ended with a pulled pork sandwich and a couple of dark beers from Republic Brewery.
Wednesday after a decent hotel breakfast I continued on 20 through NE Washington. A very nice leg of the trip, but not as drop dead gorgeous as the Cascade mountains.
[url=https://postimg.org/image/7czlemchv/]
[url=https://postimg.org/image/jswb8d5tv/]
At the Idaho border 20 joins with Hwy 2, that’s where traffic re-appeared. It was smokey from one of the many forest fires I skirted over the next few days, and hot. I wear one of those day glow vests when I ride and have taken to not buttoning my jacket underneath so the front is a big vent on my chest. The jacket is held together by the zipper on the vest. That only helps when I’m moving.
It was lunch time in Sandpoint, Idaho, but I didn’t want to stay in the traffic. By 1:30 I needed gas and food, luckily I was in the town of Clark Fork. A tasty sandwich from the bakery and conversation with another biker on a 2003 Shadow. He was returning home from a long trip, bike loaded with gear. Together we road south for 30 miles till his turn off to home. I continued on another 30 to reach Thompson Falls for the nite.
Another 262 miles had turned on the od. I decided to stretch my legs with a walk in Island Park and took some pics.
[url=https://postimg.org/image/42b8eqmkj/]
[url=https://postimg.org/image/bjkftyc3n/]
Hwy 93 runs though the middle of town, and on my walk back from dinner to my hotel I saw 3 deer at different intersections just standing in the middle of the road. A different type of traffic than I’m used to.
Thursday woke to a light rain. Walked into town for breakfast hoping to have a dry spell to repack my bag on the bike . Food was ok, but the long and loud conversation between tables behind me about how city folks don’t know nothin’ and are the real cause of forest fires was entertaining. I wondered if I was the root of all evil in their opinion.
It was a damp but still smokey ride on the 2 hours south to Missoula. In Missoula I saw how smokey it could get, even as the rain continued. Glad to be heading another 2 hours south, over Lost Trail Pass, away from that confluence of the many fires smoke.
I stopped at the summit and used the hot air hand dryer in the rest area to dry the front of my shirt, because I hadn’t closed up my jacket in the rain. That short break meant I arrived at the sharp turn where 2 trucks had just gone head to head and had time to stop. I saw that the drivers were on their cell phones and squezed through the debris. Luckily I saw no other wreaks the rest of the trip.
Had lunch in North Fork, just south of the 100 Acre Lodge where Kenny, Karl, Lisa, and I stayed.
My arrival.
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More later--Jon Z
kennyw
Road warrior
Thread starter
Looks like the link is no good. I have to figure out how to share a folder.
Nice report and pictures, Jon.
the Ferret
Road warrior
Good stuff JonZ
GaryMNM_imp
Running like a top
Ditto on the great pic's and ride report's all, thanks for sharing.
Definitely looked like one for the books!
Definitely looked like one for the books!
I'm loving the pics too! Here's a few more words.
The rally starts:
Thursday 7pm- Mike, John(the other Jon), Karl, Lisa, and I met at the “Rivers Edge” pizza restaurant . Karl, Lisa and I had met once before for about 30 seconds at Sultan Days bike show a year or so earlier. I think we live about 5 miles apart. The food was better than expected, and my beer was great. John had seen Kenny’s post about a delayed arrival, but with the rain, Missoula’s rush hour, and almost 600 miles to ride, I was a little worried about our entrepid leader. As the deserts arrived so did Kenny. Sitting on the deck with the river flowing just below, we made some plans and got to know each other a bit more. I hadn’t realized that Mike wasn’t going to be there for other dinners or I would have talked with him more. Next time!
Friday 9am - Line up for pics!
Right off the bat John saw that my front tire was mounted backward. On the rim correctly but the rim was backwards. I wasn’t to happy with my dealer who had mounted my PR3’s almost 5000 miles earlier. I felt a little stupid for not noticing the clearly marked arrows before. Oh well, lets ride!
Kenny lead the 6 of us to some beautiful places on unexpectedly enjoyable gravel roads. I’ll let our posted pics describe the wonders we beheld. Kenny balanced the pace with the challenge of navigating the gravel/dirt road while taking in the scenery and having a blast riding. I want to see Flynriders (the other John) photos , he was using Ferrets technique with camera on a lanyard. Riding last, on the way back,watching the line of our bikes wind through the valley will be a mental picture I hope never to forget.
For dinner we rode a few miles north to the Mexican restaurant in Gibbonsville. Some of our group decided that pie was all that was required. We all returned to our beds without any deer traffic and reflected on what a good day it had been.
Still more later-- Jon Z
The rally starts:
Thursday 7pm- Mike, John(the other Jon), Karl, Lisa, and I met at the “Rivers Edge” pizza restaurant . Karl, Lisa and I had met once before for about 30 seconds at Sultan Days bike show a year or so earlier. I think we live about 5 miles apart. The food was better than expected, and my beer was great. John had seen Kenny’s post about a delayed arrival, but with the rain, Missoula’s rush hour, and almost 600 miles to ride, I was a little worried about our entrepid leader. As the deserts arrived so did Kenny. Sitting on the deck with the river flowing just below, we made some plans and got to know each other a bit more. I hadn’t realized that Mike wasn’t going to be there for other dinners or I would have talked with him more. Next time!
Friday 9am - Line up for pics!
Right off the bat John saw that my front tire was mounted backward. On the rim correctly but the rim was backwards. I wasn’t to happy with my dealer who had mounted my PR3’s almost 5000 miles earlier. I felt a little stupid for not noticing the clearly marked arrows before. Oh well, lets ride!
Kenny lead the 6 of us to some beautiful places on unexpectedly enjoyable gravel roads. I’ll let our posted pics describe the wonders we beheld. Kenny balanced the pace with the challenge of navigating the gravel/dirt road while taking in the scenery and having a blast riding. I want to see Flynriders (the other John) photos , he was using Ferrets technique with camera on a lanyard. Riding last, on the way back,watching the line of our bikes wind through the valley will be a mental picture I hope never to forget.
For dinner we rode a few miles north to the Mexican restaurant in Gibbonsville. Some of our group decided that pie was all that was required. We all returned to our beds without any deer traffic and reflected on what a good day it had been.
Still more later-- Jon Z
I know it's been a while so I better finish this. You all saw the waterfall pics, anouther great ride. More paved road this time,and mountain passes. We were told to get back on our bikes an leave after a water break near Lake Como, a Montana reservoir, by what looked to me like a teenager in a uniform. We took a few last group pics just after the last pass, the sun casting long shadows of our dusty CBs.
Over dinner at the rivers edge we talked about lofty things, like spaceship doohickeys and flying into remote airstrips. I had anouther great local beer (1 per evening, I still had a mile of deer on the road), and wondered if I could really ride 6 hundred miles home the next day.
Sunday after early morning coffee and muffins with Karl and Lisa,Kenny lead the way back to home. Maybe 6 hours in, an hour after lunch, at a gas and water break, I was backing my bike out of the shade and dropped it. Kenny thought I did it so that when I welded my snapped clutch lever back together it would match my break lever.
So on we went, with a 2" clutch lever for me and a butt very happy with my Airhawk.
Roads were not crowded, and I-90 was hot. Kenny split north at Quincy,just before the Columbia River and the eastern slopes of the Cascades.
Not more than 30 miles later traffic slowed to a crawl, and I was very displeased with the length of my lever in the next hour of stop and go. I did make it home in 12 hours though, not to bad. 1726 miles for me, loved them all (except where noted).
Fixed my lever the next day, and the following Saturday got the dealer who had installed my front wheel backwards to turn it the right way. After more than 6,000 miles they weren't going to give me anew tire. Not surprisingly the road noise is quieter and though I've only used it for my commute to work the last few weeks I think it handles better.
Well I had hoped flynrider would've posted some pics by now, but maybe something glitched somewhere.
Jon Z
Over dinner at the rivers edge we talked about lofty things, like spaceship doohickeys and flying into remote airstrips. I had anouther great local beer (1 per evening, I still had a mile of deer on the road), and wondered if I could really ride 6 hundred miles home the next day.
Sunday after early morning coffee and muffins with Karl and Lisa,Kenny lead the way back to home. Maybe 6 hours in, an hour after lunch, at a gas and water break, I was backing my bike out of the shade and dropped it. Kenny thought I did it so that when I welded my snapped clutch lever back together it would match my break lever.
So on we went, with a 2" clutch lever for me and a butt very happy with my Airhawk.
Roads were not crowded, and I-90 was hot. Kenny split north at Quincy,just before the Columbia River and the eastern slopes of the Cascades.
Not more than 30 miles later traffic slowed to a crawl, and I was very displeased with the length of my lever in the next hour of stop and go. I did make it home in 12 hours though, not to bad. 1726 miles for me, loved them all (except where noted).
Fixed my lever the next day, and the following Saturday got the dealer who had installed my front wheel backwards to turn it the right way. After more than 6,000 miles they weren't going to give me anew tire. Not surprisingly the road noise is quieter and though I've only used it for my commute to work the last few weeks I think it handles better.
Well I had hoped flynrider would've posted some pics by now, but maybe something glitched somewhere.
Jon Z
flynrider
Road warrior
Sorry about that. I haven't been at home long enough to process my pics and upload them. Just got back from a week flying around NM, so I'll have some time this week.Jonz_imp said:
flynrider
Road warrior
OK, got my pics processed and uploaded to Imgur this afternoon.
Most of my fellow rallyers have posted pics of our roadside stops, so I'll be posting mostly Lanyard Cam pics.
Thur. - I rode from Emmett, ID to the rally with gmike and his buddy Bob. We did a short stretch along Idaho Hwy 55 which runs along the Payette River. One of the white-wateriest rivers I've seen (it goes on like this for miles).
Fri. - After meeting up and taking some group photos (see above) we headed off for the days ride. Kennyw convinced us that a little tour off the beaten (and paved) path would be just the ticket.
The road follows the North Fork of the Salmon River as it heads towards its meeting with the South Fork of the Salmon, somewhere in the Frank Church Wilderness. It is appropriately called Salmon River Rd. and starts off with decent pavement.
Soon after, the road changed to nicely packed dirt/gravel.
The canyon narrows.
Occasionally, the road crossed the Salmon.
Roadside rest stop and photo op.
Our quiet approach caught this baby Big Horn Sheep by surprise.
We stopped and waited while the family was reunited.
After around 35 miles of dirt, the road started to get a bit soft and messy, so we turned around and headed back to North Fork.
We stopped for a pic on a bridge over the Salmon.
Later that afternoon, Kennyw and I decided to take a ride up to Lost Trail Pass before dinner.
We stopped for a CB pic at the summit. It was at this point that we saw a black '14 CB1100 go by waving to us. I was so surprised I didn't get a pic.
The day ended at the Broken Arrow Mexican restaurant up the road in Gibbonsville. This Idaho Mexican food was "interesting" from the point of view of a lifelong Southwesterner, but quite tasty. Karl and Lisa passed on the Mexican cuisine and opted for pie and ice cream for dinner. Who says you have to eat sensibly when you're on vacation.
That's it for Friday. Saturday's pics coming soon.
Most of my fellow rallyers have posted pics of our roadside stops, so I'll be posting mostly Lanyard Cam pics.
Thur. - I rode from Emmett, ID to the rally with gmike and his buddy Bob. We did a short stretch along Idaho Hwy 55 which runs along the Payette River. One of the white-wateriest rivers I've seen (it goes on like this for miles).
Fri. - After meeting up and taking some group photos (see above) we headed off for the days ride. Kennyw convinced us that a little tour off the beaten (and paved) path would be just the ticket.
The road follows the North Fork of the Salmon River as it heads towards its meeting with the South Fork of the Salmon, somewhere in the Frank Church Wilderness. It is appropriately called Salmon River Rd. and starts off with decent pavement.
Soon after, the road changed to nicely packed dirt/gravel.
The canyon narrows.
Occasionally, the road crossed the Salmon.
Roadside rest stop and photo op.
Our quiet approach caught this baby Big Horn Sheep by surprise.
We stopped and waited while the family was reunited.
After around 35 miles of dirt, the road started to get a bit soft and messy, so we turned around and headed back to North Fork.
We stopped for a pic on a bridge over the Salmon.
Later that afternoon, Kennyw and I decided to take a ride up to Lost Trail Pass before dinner.
We stopped for a CB pic at the summit. It was at this point that we saw a black '14 CB1100 go by waving to us. I was so surprised I didn't get a pic.
The day ended at the Broken Arrow Mexican restaurant up the road in Gibbonsville. This Idaho Mexican food was "interesting" from the point of view of a lifelong Southwesterner, but quite tasty. Karl and Lisa passed on the Mexican cuisine and opted for pie and ice cream for dinner. Who says you have to eat sensibly when you're on vacation.
That's it for Friday. Saturday's pics coming soon.
