Twin Falls, Idaho to Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
323 Miles

Saturday arrived with clear skies and a no small amount of heat. With the assistance of our friendly camp neighbors Larry & Pat Wilson, Pete and I got a cup of coffee before the local store opened, broke camp and hit the road looking for a good place to stop for breakfast.

Along the way the wind was blowing enough sand around that Pete decided he would trade in his open face helmet. I couldn’t resist snapping this picture with the Wrong Way signs in the background.

A happy Pete

As typical for these kinds of outings we like to keep our options open. Add that to the fact we decided to leave on this trip Wednesday evening, and you’ve likely deduced that we had no place to stay in Yellowstone. We stopped for breakfast around Pocatello and armed with a phone number from the Wilsons, we called to see if there was anything available. We would have been happy to camp, but all the campsites were booked, so we booked the last room in Yellowstone at the Old Faithful Inn.

And unfortunately for Pete, I didn’t bring along an extra windshield, so we stopped in Idaho Files at a Harley Dealership to pick one up.

Preparation for the coming weather…

Here are a few shots of our first stop/cigar in the park. As Pete said in his post, the road is great therapy.

Pete Puccio

Bill Sanders

The Bikes

And the picture I was taking when Pete was making fun of me taking pictures…

Big Sky

And then a few more shots from a couple of “wildlife shows” on the way to Old Faithful.

We ended the day with a phenomenal prime rib at the Old Faithful Snow Lodge, next door to where we were staying. And with the weather changing, we were happy to be inside, warm, and dry.

Day Two Map

San Francisco, CA to Twin Falls, ID
671 Miles

One of the great things that you can say about Pete is that he makes decisions quickly. When I called him on Wed night before the trip and pitched Yellowstone, he was smoking a cigar with Bob Rankin. Maybe it was the mood, but it took him about 30 seconds to agree to meet me in Twin Falls on Friday night.

I’ve read about the Iron Butt and figured that if these cats can run over a thousand miles a day for several days on end, then 650 miles wouldn’t be “all that bad.” And as an effort to get somewhere, it wasn’t that bad. But it sure wasn’t conducive to sightseeing, picture taking, or cigar smoking.

Left around 6:30 a.m. relatively awake (a double shot of espresso does wonders for waking up), and stopped only for gas until lunchtime. The ride was Reno was beautiful, but I forewent stopping for photos to continue making good time.

I did come away impressed with HWY-80 through Nevada. It was in great shape (at least the left lane) and I love the higher speed limits. It means you can kick back and cruise at a reasonable pace without worrying about getting a speeding ticket. At first, and coming out of the Serra Nevada’s, the land seemed rather desolate. But after awhile, I noticed that although it’s a little sparse, the land has it’s own type of beauty.

I-80 Nevada

Open Road

And, as the sun went down as I neared the Idaho boarder, it got even better.

Sunset near the Nevada Idaho border

Shadows and Light

The original intent, of course was to be in Twin Falls before dark and we would have both made it if someone hadn’t had a head-on collision right on the Nevada/Idaho border. I ended up cooling my heals in traffic for about an hour while they airlifted out the injured and cleaned up the mess. And it was a mess.

Alas, we made it to Twin Falls and Pete already had camp picked out and his tent set up. Of course, despite the long day we found the energy to smoke a cigar and catch up untill close to midnight.

Well, since Pete has thoroughly disparaged my “PhoTAGrapy,” I thought I’d better at least make some attempt at posting a Recap of the trip and since there are a lot of pictures that I took (while he was talking to women). I’ll break them up by the day.

Having not taken my laptop with me on this trip, I’ve found it difficult to find the time to blog the trip since I’ve returned home to a full schedule and the death of a dear friend.

So, here come the photos, a recap, and my various retort’s to Pete’s provocations. 😉

Rain caught us yesterday coming out of Yellowstone into Jackson Hole. Skipped camping for a motel, of course. 😉

To give you some idea of how fast the storm moved in, these photos were taken from the same pullout about 10 minutes apart.

Now we are making the turn and heading home.

Hot, flat, and still perfectly wonderful: