Did an easy ride to Missoula. Week trip is over. Stopped by Colins shop. Dropped off the Harley rental. Got the XR’s back on the road after a year of sitting.

Week overview:
– 1600 miles
– 5 states
– 4 National parks
– 2 state parks
– 0 key lime pie found
– 0 breakdowns
– 0 close calls
– 0 bears seen
– 4 Bisen seen

Bike overview:
– I really liked it
– Ripping highway 90mph feels boss
– I never want to own a bike that heavy
– I def did like the Harley torque
– Would I consider buying a Harley someday now… I dunno, maybe.

Well, we made it to Montana. Long day of ripping highway. Caught a little rain but not bad. Didn’t really get wet.

Stopped in Dillon MT which is a little cowboy town Adam, Colin and I were in last August. Went into a cowboy store and met Aaron Buckley from the future.

Love the store, a ton of nice stuff. Kendra and I picked up a couple things. Owners Dan and his wife Julia told us about their business and how they’ve been making custom boots and cowboy gear forever in Dillon. We hung and waited out the rain. Drank some beers with them in the shop, told stories, then went to the bar down the street with them. Was a bunch of fun, they were super nice and hospitable.

Then parted ways and caught a great sunset on way to Butte.

Missoula tomorrow.

After 2 hours at Eagle Rider Ed finally got the insurance so we could leave. He is also the proud owner of a new Harley cut off.

The drive through Zion was incredible. Exceeded all expectations.

Grand Canyon was surprisingly underwhelming compared to everything else. Could be because I was dealing with a possibly broken finger though. Ed “accidentally” shut my finger in a metal window. Happened right after I beat him in Scrabble though, so “accident” is still up for debate.

Bryce Canyon- more amazing views. Every park in Utah gets better than the next.

Learned what a hoodoo is and saw a 1600 year old tree (Bristlecone Pine). Views from 9100 feet into the canyons. Ed was less impressed. Tired, hangry, grumpy and dehydrated all at the same time. He napped, woke up a little less grumpy, then back to Bryce for sunset.

Day 4 the drive through Escalante is incredible. Drove through twice so we could get better pictures (Ed’s idea).

Capitol Reef is the most underrated park. Amazing views with half the amount of people. Felt like a mix of Zion and Bryce.

Mormon ghost lady checked us into the haunted motel.

Ed lost another dinner bet to me. Won myself a free dinner and the biggest beer I’ve ever seen.

Great Salt Lake smelled like rotten fish. Would not recommend. Bison on Antelope Island are pretty cool though.

Utah has more cows than people.

Entire trip has been great on the best back roads, but now we’re near Salt Lake it’s highway the rest of the way to Missoula.

The Harley really eats up highway. 80mph / 6th gear / 3000rpm. Pretty mellow cruising.

Skipped downtown Salt Lake City and decided to spend half the day at the great salt lake and Antelope Island.

Great Salt lake is at is lowest water level ever. It smells like absolute rotten garbage on parts of the island right now which is a shame.

There are 750 Bison on Antelope Island. Wild.

Explored a historic farming settlement on the island. Don’t poop on the floor.

Capitol Reef national park was a nice surprise. Great colors.

The Harley has developed a weird hesitation once in a while which I’m guessing is due to rapid elevation changes and the sensor that picks that shit up to tell the EFI what to do is getting confused. I dunno.

In Utah, on rt12, between Escalante and Boulder, was possibly the best motorcycle road I’ve ever done. It was insane. Image gallery below.

Really having fun overall.

Saw a ton of deer, kinda sketchy.

Harley transmission is way too notchy and really annoying.

Met older guy in a diner who was on same Harley as mine. We talked and he said he bought a z1 brand new when he was 16, before I ever mentioned anything about mine. Kinda cool.

Bryce Canyon views were nuts.

I got grumpy and needed a nap mid day.

Went to a country bar at night and they played back to back Neil Diamond for over an hour. Not pumped.

Such great roads to the Grand Canyon. Zion was insane. Really happy we started in Vegas instead of Denver.

My back is holding so far so happy about that.

The bike is still working out great. I’m really enjoying it. It’s smoother than I anticipated. I get it. I get why people like the big Harleys. They have that initial torque punch with the grunt sound. It’s fun. I get it. It def moves but it’s not exactly fast. Prob about as fast as my cb450. But just has that nice initial torque hit regardless of if I’m at 40mph or 90mph which a Honda CB doesn’t have.

I almost broke Kendra’s finger accidentally.

North Rim – Cape Royal road was so much fun. Their version of tail of dragon.

Weather has been great but we had insane rain towards end of day which was fine. We were already in our lodging. Listened to a band play Johnny Cash.

The day started out with Brain, Will, Dana, Steve, and I meeting at the world’s worst Wawa. Yup, the Aramingo Wawa. For some reason, the store looked like it was looted but then again, it’s just the status quo for that location. Steve was the only one in this group not riding so he led us in his car to Mike’s cabin in the Pines. Soon Mike & Tom came rolling in. 

The last time this ride happened the camp spot was on LBI but the major complaint was the bug situation. We decided to change up the plans and slab it back to Mikes’s after the beach. We got our camp set up, ourselves geared up, and Mike led us on our route. 

The bikes:
Brian – 2008 Husqvarna TE450
Dana – 2001 Kawasaki KLR250
Mike –  2006 Kawasaki KLX250S
Nate – 2014 Yamaha WR250R
Steve – 1980 Yamaha IT425
Tom – 1987 Honda XL600R
Will – 2017 Honda CRF250L Rally

I’m not going to go into too much detail but I will say this, the route had all you want from a Pines rip… fun two-track that was a little technical but has way too many whoops; wide-open fire roads that get the heart pumping when you hit some deep, loose sand; a blue hole to explore and play at; and many deep ass puddles. There was no one without wet feet this day and you know what? It was perfect. Tom had a bumpy start when his entire pack came loose and lodged itself between his rear wheel and swingarm. Gotta make sure everything is strapped well or those god damn whoops will get you. Will had the fortune of losing his Go-Pro & then finding it but then having the misfortune of losing it again. 

Hours later we came out of the woods and had lunch at Lucille’s Country Kitchen. They were just closing but were kind enough to let six soaked and muddy dirt bikers order some sandwiches and dry out a bit. After lunch, Brian headed back to Philly and the rest of us did one more stretch of off-road on a wide sandy access road before popping out in the most cookie-cutter suburban development. It was some Wrinkle In Time shit. I’m sure we were a sight to see to the families enjoying their nice quiet cul-de-sac life. Especially Steves IT and all of its glorious two-stroke noise and smoke. 

On to LBI! We posted up at a spot near a bar that Steve and Mike are familiar with then found a spot on the beach. When I say the water was perfect, I mean it. Surprisingly it was not cold at all, it was crystal clear, and had a great surf to play around in. Not bad for my last Jersey shore trip in who knows how long. Maybe forever? 

We had our fill of the water and dried off, sort of, for a few drinks at the bar called Hudson House. What a great dive bar. I’ve coined it “Perrys By The Sea” (if you know, you know). We had two rounds then geared back up and got Surf Tacos before riding into the sunset back to Mike’s cabin. Thankfully Steve had the foresight to get a case of Banquets on the way to the cabin so we all relaxed at camp and crushed the case until exhaustion picked us off one by one. 

The next morning, I had a wet helmet because I stupidly forgot to put my shit in my tent and a storm rolled through. Dana and I rolled back to Philly soon after waking. Will stayed back to find his Go-Pro and guess what? He and Steve managed to find it! That’s wild. 

I want to say this trip was bittersweet but it was not bitter in the least. This trip was as close to perfect as you can get and I couldn’t have asked for a better ride with a great group of guys. I look forward to doing rides up north with the squad as well as me riding back south for the bigger rides. The point I’m trying to make is, though you shitheads might not be seeing me every day, you’re still stuck with me for some time yet. 

I’m spending the month of August in Montana again. Figured I’d do a fun little week MC trip with the lady on the way out to MT. I considered a week trip from Denver to MT but then thought Vegas to MT had more scenic stuff and national parks.

So I rented a 2021 Harley Roadking for the week. I wanted to try something different.

I have a herniated disc L5/S1 which is annoying. Hopefully it doesn’t act up on this trip. Fingers crossed.

Vegas is a great location to start this week road trip but Vegas is disgusting, I won’t be back. Fremont Street was fun for a little bit.

It’s as hot as a Tijuana hooker in hell.

Once we got an hour outside Vegas the scenery became great.

Initial impressions of the Harley…

Kickstand makes me nervous.

Bike sends vibrations through my head on highway which I’m not used to.

So far the bike is working out great.

Passenger seat is like a living room sofa.

Damn the bike is heavy as fuck.

Clutch is a cable not hydraulic, and cable feels like it’s gonna snap.

Transmission is pretty bad. Finding neutral is the worst out of any bike I’ve ever ridden. Maybe previous renter warped clutch plates?

In Zion now and exploring. Views are great.

Day 4 – Lovell, ME to Benton, NH

The sun rose and so did we. Dave had some coffee for us. What a guy! Going to Dave’s was the right move. It’s kinda wild that you can meet total strangers who will take you in and treat you as their own all due to the fact we both enjoy sitting on an engine with wheels and shredding through the woods. Dave gave us all the advice on what to do this morning. He pointed us to Gorham, New Hampshire. It had everything we needed. Food, gas, a powersports stop for Will to get a spare tube, and Walmart for us to stock up on some supplies. Gorham is where the climb for Mt Washington is located. We had intentions to climb it while planning this trip but decided to pass due to the time crunch. We took care of our errands and left Gorham, rounding Mt Washington to its northside via forest roads. This led us balls deep in the White Mountains. These mountains are the biggest mountains I’ve seen in the East. Just awe-inspiring to ride between them. We took a break by a creek to relax. Brian and Jake decided to get in for a dip. Jake got in some trunks while Brian decided to swim in all of his gear. We left the creek and headed deeper into the mountains. It was all dirt from here on out. We started to see amazing vistas and even more amazing homes. The latter would be a very big theme in both New Hampshire but even more so in Vermont. I was very impressed by the Sandwich Flats area. My only complaint was the dust. Being the guy in the back meant a lot of visibility issues but, whatever, I was still having a great time. We took a break at the most idyllic crossroads by a Quaker Meeting House. This spot really stuck with me. I felt like I was in a fairytale or a set from a movie. I could not believe such a perfectly peaceful, summertime spot existed. Leaving the crossroads we came upon the Durgin Covered Bridge. What is it about covered bridges that are so exciting to see and ride through? It must be that chance to experience a small bit of what was. A slice of old Americana.

Soon after this, we got onto Sandwich Notch Road. Holy hell what a ride! It’s not a typical road but a mountain pass that is only open in the summer season. I don’t know how or why but it was full of some great jumps. The whole road was stupid fun. The downhill portion was a little busy with large road repair trucks and other traffic. I would love to go back and do that one again. Technical but not so much that it was scary. Finally, we came out of the mountains and took a lunch break. The rest of the riding for the day was really good but was more road than track like we had earlier. We came upon a small closed ski mountain and had a bit of fun. As we neared the spot we had picked out to camp, the first of many rains began to fall. We got into our rain gear on the side of the road just in the knick of time. On the way to find a camp spot in the White Mountain National Forest, we saw the most high definition rainbow I have ever seen. It was so intense that it appeared tactile. Have you ever seen the end of a rainbow? Never have I until this day. It was wild and in that moment I wasn’t bothered by the rain. The closer we got to its end, the quicker it moved away. There would be no gold on this trip though. The rain stopped as we got onto the forest road that we intended to camp on. We found a large clearing near the road but big enough that we would be hidden from anyone driving up the road. No fire tonight so an early bedtime for all.

Day 5 – Benton, NH to Pittsfield, VT

Two more rainstorms moved in as we slept. It wasn’t raining when we packed but we did have to pack our gear away wet. No bueno. It was a chilly ride into Woodsville, NH. We posted up to get breakfast but realized we would be here for a little while. That 21” tube in Will’s rear decided to give. Pretty great it got us as far as it did and pretty great he got a spare tube in Gorham. Will took to swapping the tube while I laid my rainfly out to dry in the morning sun. I hate a wet tent. We all took the time to do some chain tightening and couldn’t believe how much stretch we were getting. With Will all patched up, we crossed the Connecticut River into Vermont. It was not long before we were on dirt roads. In fact, I’d say 90% of what we rode in Vermont was unpaved. We knew from BDR reports that Vermont was the most technical (rocks and mud) of all the states. It sure did not take us long to find out how true that was. Right off the bat, we hit some ATV trails. Fucking rutt, mud, and rock city. Everyone rode it at their own pace. I was the turtle of the group. I was determined to have a good time without injuring myself as I am quite prone to injury. Brian ended up looping his bike. He was 100% ok. He picked up his Husky and we ripped on. The scenery became rolling, green hills and farmland. After a small break in Corinth, we got back to the technical shit. Will ended up getting stuck in the mud on a long hill climb. It took some work to get him out. The trail became gravel and soon we were swimming on the stone. We probably were riding the dirt, gravel, and rocky roads a little too fast but fuck it. One thing I love about my WR is, while it is not a flashy bike, it always does what I ask of it without giving me any shit.

In the town of Chelsea, we got lunch and enjoyed it out in the middle of a small brook that runs through town. After some more backroads, we came to Vermont’s only floating bridge in Brookfield. It was here that I was inspired to find a swimming hole. A quick search on swimmingholes.org and a check of the map, put us right on track to check out Warren Falls. The rolling hills became the Green Mountains and we crossed a few ridges to get into Warren, another beautiful New England town. We got to the falls and were absolutely blown away at what we found. Crystal clear water, cascading falls, jump spots, natural water slides, etc. Basically a natural water park. We wasted no time jumping off the cliffs. The water was ice cold and beyond refreshing. This spot is easily on my top three swimming holes I’ve been too. Honestly, it might even be my number one. We could see dark clouds rolling in so we left Warren Falls and rode up and over the Lincoln Gap Road. As we came down from the mountain, the rain began to fall. We geared up and rode on, deeper into the Green Mountains. Somehow we managed to escape the storm and found sun in a different valley. With lighting speed, Will led us through forestry roads all the way to Hancock. We stopped to fuel up and eat at a great country store. It was for sale. Both Brian and I started turning the gears. Fuck the city life. Let’s buy this store and retire to the Green Mountains. Live that good life. Later in the trip, I checked the listing. The store was under contract. Bummer. I was able to find a campsite for us outside of Pittsfield. It was a good rip out to the site and what a good site it was. We took our time setting up but another thunderstorm moved in super fast. We all got into our tents just as the rain began to fall. When the storm had moved on, I joined Will by the fire while Jake and Brian had called it a day. Will and I burnt all the wood we had and soon crashed.

Day 6 – Pittsfield, VT to Stratton, VT

More rain came through as we slept. It was another chilly, wet morning. We packed up and rode into Pittsfield to warm up at the general store. I fucking love all the general stores in this area. They have a little bit of everything, and this one had the coffee and breakfast sandwiches we required. It was all pavement into Barnard. We gassed up at their general store. The sun was now in full effect and warming us quite nicely. As we left Barnard, it took no time to hit more of Vermont’s technical riding tracks. All the rocks! All the mud! And tons of fun. I even did my first true rock crawling. Just me and three other guys having a blast in the woods of Vermont. I was on cloud nine. The tracks would come out into what seemed like people’s yards but these are all legal roads. I was the guy who would not shut the fuck up in the Bluetooth about all the amazing houses. In my opinion, New England homes are the best homes. As with all of Vermont, these quaint roads led to technical trails again and again. I was far in the back from the crew but as I came down a very steep and loose rocked hill, I heard over the Bluetooth that Brian went down and went down hard. When we got to him he was on his back and holding his hip. I was terrified that he had broken it. Thankfully he had not but he could not stand nor walk. When he came down the hill he rode over a very large piece of bedrock that happened to be wet. That’s all it took to lose it. We stayed in this spot for some time to let him recuperate. Eventually, he was able to get up but needed support to walk and someone to help him swing his leg over the bike. While we were waiting, another storm came in. The rain fell harder just as we got him situated on his bike. Pretty quickly we were outta the woods and onto a main road. This led to the White Rock Recreation Area and back on dirt. By the time we got to Londonderry the rain had stopped and the sun was burning off all evidence of said rain.

We took a lunch break at a grocery store where Brian was able to use a shopping cart as a walker. Use the tools that you got, right? With full stomachs and full tanks, it was time to go. Outside of Londonderry, we had another wipeout. In the words of the great Alex Quinn, Jake ‘…got caught partying’. He decided to grip it and rip it on a dirt road but didn’t realize there was a hard right after a blind hill. He and his DRZ ended up 10 feet in a wooded embankment. Thankfully the only thing that was hurt was his luggage, though it was a struggle to get his bike out of the woods. He got his bike in order and we rode on and on. Mountains, woods, creeks, quaint towns, and villages. It just kept coming and coming. Vermont was my idea of Shangri La. I was in my element. It took us a little longer to get to a camp spot than I would have liked. Admittedly, I got a bit cranky. It was worth the wait and the sore ass. It was a great spot outside of Stratton in the Green Mountain National Forest. A large pad that should give us plenty of sun in the morning to dry off our tents. We set up camp, scavenged for wood, and had a fire. Brian was in good spirits and semi-mobile. The stars were on again tonight and it was just as good of a show as every night has been.

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Part 1: Days 1 – 3

After hearing about Ed and Adam’s planned month in Montana, an extreme FOMO kicked in for me. A couple of days later,  I overheard Young Will say on a Thursday night pocket beer ride that he was doing the newly created North East BDR in August. Boom! FOMO problem solved. I ran joining the ride by Will and he was all for it.

MC trips are like their own sort of fun-virus. They are highly contagious amongst friends and can infect at lightning speeds. Not before long, Jake and Brian G had caught the NEBDR-20 as well. 

The NEBDR is designed to be ridden south to north but Will wanted to do it the opposite way. He was 100% right. The plan was to slab it the first two days and start at the Rangely, Maine portion then head south. 

The Bikes:
Will – 2014 Suzuki DR650
Brian – 2008 Husqvarna TE450
Jake – 2005 Suzuki DRZ400S
Nate – 2014 Yamaha WR250R

Day 1 – Philadelphia, PA to Conway, MA

Will had to work this day so Brian, Jake, and I got off to an early start. Having the whole day gave us the opportunity to ride a better route than the all Interstate route that Will had to do later. We headed north in Jersey and got to great 2 lane roads once we got into New York state. We rolled up into the Hudson Valley and took a pit stop in Poughkeepsie. I found out the hard way that using a Ram Mount for your iPhone on a thumper will break the main camera.

It was decided that any pics I take this trip would have to be selfies. So fair warning.  We took the Taconic Parkway north into Western Massachusetts. The closer we got to Conway the better the roads and towns got. It was here that we hit our first quaint New England towns and covered bridges. Camp tonight was at Jenny’s house. Her and Waldo rolled out a spread for us and had a campfire going. What a great way to start any trip! We sat around the fire waiting for Will’s arrival. Finally, well after the sunset, we heard his 650 roaring up the road. We welcomed Will with leftovers and beer. The night was still kinda young but we all climbed into our tents to get prepared for the long ride tomorrow.

Day 2 – Conway, MA to Rangeley, ME

The four of us woke with the sunrise. Jenny had made us a killer quiche w/ a pesto spread and Waldo was slinging french press coffee. Not a bad way to start the day. We soon had everything packed and headed out some great winding roads but the fun would not last long. We knew today was going to be a lot of shitty interstate riding. We had to head out east on 2 then 495. This turned into 95 in New Hampshire and Maine. I’ve ridden my WR many times on 95  in Philly but only for short bursts to get around the city. The hours spent on this leg were me getting blown around and beat up. I didn’t realize it was still an 8 lane superhighway this far north but Maine is vacationland, after all, and this is the height of the summer season. We took a much-needed break from the highway and rolled into Ogunquit, Maine. I had found a walk-up spot to get lobster rolls (I was not coming to Maine and not leaving without grabbing one) but did not realize the tourist hellhole Ogunquit was.

The four of us on loud ass dual sports riding through all the families trying to enjoy their picturesque Maine seashore summer vacation was a site to see. We gave up and headed away from the staring eyes and crowded streets. Just outside of town we got what we came for at the Clam Shanty. It was worth it. We made the collective decision that we could not stomach anymore interstate highway. It was 50 more minutes via no-highways than it would have been with. We headed north away from the ocean and into the countryside. The ride got better and the mountains grew taller. We got into the Rangeley Lake area in the early evening. We stopped at an overlook for some killer views then rode on to the camp spot that Jake had found. It was a killer spot on a creek, nestled back off of the road. Unfortunately, being by the water and being this far out in the wild meant too many mosquitos. I came prepared with some 98% Deet spray and Brian had his bug mask. The other guys were up to their own devices. After sunset, we huddled by the fire and got lost in the stars. No moon and all the stars. Better than any show.

Day 3 – Rangeley ME to Lovell, ME

We expected some chill in the morning but not 40 degrees. Everything was dewy too. We sat our tents out in the sun to dry and packed up for the first official day on the NEBDR. We fueled up bodies and bikes in Rangeley proper. Breakfast was by the lake. It was cool to see the seaplanes on the lake. With everything in order, Will led us on. Instantly it was dirt roads. Wide-open, dusty tracks circled the lakes and into the Maine woods. We came upon a bridge that was out but it was easy to do the very small water crossing. The first part of the journey gave us a great mix of dirt and paved backroads. We stopped by Coos Canyon for pics and then tried to find some more falls that were off the track. We found no falls but did find a nice spot by a creek to take a break by. After we rolled on we rode fun roads around so many lakes. eventually, we got to the first technical section of the trip. It was some rocky ATV trails up through the mountains. We were in the woods for a while having a blast but soon came out to a small country store in Waterford called Melbys. They claim to be the “Home of the Buffalo Burger”. We were hungry so it was da round 4 buffalo burgers. While we were eating a dude on an XR650 rolled by and threw us a shaka. He did swing back and talk to us. His name was Dave.  He just got his XR and was wanting to do the BDR. We talked for some time but soon had to be on our way or at least we thought. Will had a flat rear. We first tried patching it but that was a huge fail. Then we threw a 21” tube in his 17” tire. Will didn’t bring a tube so he had to use what we had. The entire time we worked on the tire, Dave hung out with us.

We let Will do his own work and got to know Dave. He was a rad dude who has done some cool shit and been all over the country. By the time Will had his tire holding with the 21” tube, it was getting late. Dave offered to let us camp in his yard. We decided that Dave’s yard would be the perfect camp spot. He then led us on a super-fast, sick ride through some dirt roads that were all around the area. He took us to the Kezar Falls Gorge. If it were only earlier and warmer, we could have taken a dip. Finally, we roasted all over till we got to Dave’s house. We met his lovely wife, Vicky, and enjoyed some beers by the fire with Dave. He had some great stories and we shared some of ours. Soon we were all beat and got to fall asleep to the lullabies of owls hooting and coyotes howling.

Coos Canyon

Maine Dave

Kezar Falls Gorge

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I’m the meantime a few pics from my phone.

Thought I’d do a quick recap.

• Overall I had a ton of fun. Really great time
• I’ll quote Quinn; not the trip I would’ve planned but glad Ben and Adam and others planned it
• Beautiful scenery everywhere. Mountains and hills. Wildlife. Stuff I’ve never seen in this capacity and scale
• Covered 2100 miles total
• No major bike breakdowns
• 4 crashes: 1) Ben lost a water bottle on dirt trail and it took down Andrew. 2) Ben slid on slick wet mud and toppled over at 1mph. 3) Quinn lost it on a dirt road and went down at speed but was okay. 4) Quinn tries to climb a hill and lost
• Impressed with Quinn doing everything on Guzzi
• BMW GS did everything really well
• No motels
• XR650L was a champ. Did everything great except over 75mph sucks bad
• Weather varied a ton. Super cold then hot
• This trip def made me rethink my rain gear and cold weather gear
• I accidentally burned my RSD gloves by the fire
• Shinko 805 tires did great but not going to get them again. Was impressed more with other guys TKC80 tires
• This trip was mostly on-road but we def did a nice amount of off-road
• Def adding an oil cooler to the XR
• 6 people and everyone was able to compromise at times
• XR650L averaged 47mpg
• Favorite Quinn quote: “I got caught partying” … when he crashed on dirt road

All setup now in Montana to do future trips heading south all off-road so happy about that.

Trans continental divide trail off-road going south, Cali desert, then ultimately Baja someday. But probably come out to visit Colin again soon, and explore more of Montana off-road for a long weekend.

• Great weather
• We do some more off road riding to get to Colin’s town which is Philipsburg which is just outside Missoula
• Great scenery out here. Cowboy movie type scenery with all the rolling hills
• Again – I’m shooting 5 rolls of film so I’m saving all the photos for then which I’ll post later
• Colin’s place is a cabin in the woods with a wrap around porch. It’s sick
• All hang at his place and booze

• Woke up in shit rain
• Colin has a huge tarp to sit under which is great
• Waited out rain but rain never stopped so we packed up, shit soaked
• Rode in rain for over an hour
• Got to Seeley Lake. Weather got awesome
• Hung and had bbq and basically relaxed for a couple hours
• Find a campsite 10 miles down a sweet dirt / gravel road with tons of turns
• Set up camp and it hails insane hail

• Wake up and hang at general store in Polebridge. Such a great spot
• Colin takes us into Glacier
• Take the Going to the Sun road up 6k miles … great views at top
• Pretty touristy area
• Rode in a bunch of rain to get to campsite
• Watched some dude on a 30k Harley bagger dump it. Tried to help him out
• Camped with the bears again

• Leave our campsite and go back to hot springs in the morning
• Met some cool girls from Portland
• Head back into America
• Do a 40 mile off road trail up and over a couple mountains, it was epic
• XR650L ripped
• Quinn’s Guzzi held up but front wheel didn’t
• Polebridge MO was epic, great weather good people
• Camped 1 mile down from the bar

• Leave Jasper fuck the cold
• Head south
• Pass Banff entirely. Never saw the town of Banff
• Waitress few days ago told us about natural hot springs
• We went. It was awesome. Great to warm up. We made friends
• Camped down road after
• Quinn tried to go up a hill on Guzzi. Failed