My shy wolf was nowhere to be seen as I rode north. But in its place campers and cars with early morning photographers had begun to spring up. The pronghorn herd was still there, and I spied a large bird…
2015 Iron Butt Rally – Part 2.4: Sigh… Yokels…
The snake river was a picturesque ribbon flowing by on my left as I departed Haggerman fossil beds. Someday I’ll spend time exploring it’s meandering path through Idaho, but not today. It’s horse country and I passed a truck and…
2015 Iron Butt Rally – Part 0.5: Arrival
While my trip to Albuquerque was restful and let me solidify my goals it was not uneventful. As I went out to my bike the first morning I noticed a puddle of fluid next to my bike. It was not…