Eric was kind enough to drop me off at the shop this morning to pick up my bike. That’s a two hour round trip from Bailey to Castle Rock. Thanks again Eric! And of course, Jamie and Eddie did a great job for me at Xtreme Performance Center. They even washed the bike. Thanks guys!

On the way in with Eric, I received a call from an agency in San Francisco about an open position. I spoke with the founder for about an hour and we both came away feeling that we might have a potential fit. Another call with him later in the day resulted in me planning a break from my vacation to fly to SF and interview for the job during the middle of next week. More to follow.

I’ve long wanted to see the Silverton, Durango, and Mesa Verde areas of Colorado. My dad has been out twice and I know it’s one of his favorite trips. With that in mind, I charted a course for Montrose, CO.

The scenery isn’t all that spectacular going south until you turn west and follow the Arkansas River along Hwy 50.

Here is a shot from near where 115 intersects with 50:

The Arkansas River:

An hour later I re-crossed the Continental Divide at Monarch Pass, elevation 11,312 feet.

Here is vista shot to the Atlantic side:

To the Pacific side:

As you can guess from the photos, it rained again. However, it was a warm rain — the first of those that I’ve experienced on the trip.

This is a view of Black Mesa Lake and the mesa.

I arrived in Montrose around 5:30 PM, found a hotel, searched out dinner, uploaded four day’s worth of posts, and booked my trip to SF for late Monday afternoon. Now all I have to do is be in Phoenix on Monday in time to fly out.

Today’s route:

The Beck’s have a wonderful home on 22 acres just outside of Bailey, CO. They moved here earlier this spring from Santa Rosa, CA. Apparently I was their first guest.

Here is a shot of the Beck’s, left to right, Sam, Judah, Eric, , Aidan, Rachel and the newest edition (yet to be named of course):

A few shot shots of the home as well as a shot of their view from the back deck:

I stayed an extra day to insure that I could get my 7500 mile service completed on the bike and to give us more time together. We caught up, played with the boys, watched movies, walked the land, and generally had a great time.

Thank you Eric & Rachel for your hospitality!

There just wasn’t anything worth stopping for today — so sorry, no pictures. I started the day out with several great phone calls, and it put me leaving just after noon.

The scenery on this section of the trip was nominal at best. Or, maybe it was “great” and just couldn’t compete with the “astounding” views in Yellowstone.

In short, today was more about internal processing and covering ground than anything else. I arrived at Eric and Rachel Beck’s to a warm welcome from everyone but Sam. Apparently Sam still thinks I’m frightening.

Today’s route:

Jackson to Casper, WY

I gleefully spent the first three hours of the day wandering through Grand Teton National Park.

From the Jackson Lake side:

Of course, there were the usual “critters” along the way – and a few new ones:

When you get here, take the Signal Mountian turn off. Here are the two views of Jackson Hole and the Snake river.

Sometime well after lunch I reluctantly turned east for Casper. It turned windy and was significantly cooler than yesterday. And there was still plenty of snow where I crossed the Continental Divide.

The terrain changes significantly as you enter the Wind River Indian Reservation, and you instantly realize how the river came to be named.

As you leave the reservation, the terrain turns to sagebrush and rolling hills — and today, the threat of rolling thunderstorms.

Fortunately I dodged around the rain and the gear kept me warm — well mostly warm, the gloves seem to be the weak link.

Casper seems to have no internet café’s, there is only one Starbucks and it does not have internet service. I ended up “phoning-a-friend” to help me locate a place to stay for the night. I had intended on camping, but with a tentative phone interview scheduled, I had to be able to check email and have a place for the interview. Alas, it didn’t take place. Stay tuned.

Today’s route:

Madison Camp, Yellowstone to Jackson Hole

Today breaks a record for me. As a kid I had two 17 day vacations. The first was when I was around 11 years old: our family took a vacation back to South Carolina where we had lived the year before. The second was when I was 15 and went to the World Jamboree in Canada. I’ll talk more about that below.

Somewhere along the line I “got my wires crossed” and I didn’t take another vacation that lasted more than four days until the first 10-day trip to Marble in the late 90’s. The longest I’ve ever been away was a 14-day trip to Maui in 2004. In Maui, I was coming off one of the most difficult projects for which I’d ever had responsibility — and it took me four days just to unwind.

I don’t know what it says about the last 18 months, but I’m just now winding down enough to start thinking about the future, especially career-wise.

I’m running out of adjectives to describe this trip, so I’ll mostly let the pictures do the talking. Having toured with and without a wingman, I have to say that it’s much like life. Touring alone means you don’t have to worry about the other person. You get up when you want, eat where you want, stop when you want, gas up when you start feeling uncomfortable with where the needle is, don’t have to worry about how consistent your pace is, etc… In short, you’re the boss — with no-one else to answer to.

The other side of the coin is that there is no-one to talk with over coffee about the previous day’s ride, no one to crack jokes and laugh with on stops, no one to introduce you to their dearest friends, no one to point out things you missed, no one to second-guess your “seat-of-the-pants” planning, no one to talk you into “gearing up” for rain you didn’t see coming, no one to turn to and say “wow, will you look at that?”

So my friends, in the spirit of sharing the ride, “Wow, will you look at…”

My camp buddy the ground squirrel. He hung around all afternoon and morning looking for scraps.

I got so used to bison, moose, and elk wandering around in the road I quit documenting the encounters. I simply stopped the bike, relaxed, and soaked in the experience.

Other shots from the day (culled from almost 100)

And this is a vista overlooking the new wolf habit created when the park reintroduced wolves in 1995. The rangers had telescopes set up so you could see a couple of the wolves near their den, but it was too far away for a camera.

Continental Divide at about 8000 feet — and yes that lake still has ice on it.

And the first view of the Grand Tetons heading south… I have a similar shot from the same turnout taken in 1983. Which gets me back to Mother’s Day and my first trip to Canada. I’ve thought a lot about mom today. In large part she’s responsible for this trip, at least for sowing the seed that put me here in the first place.

Sometime in 1981, she sat me down at the kitchen table and said (albeit in kinder language) “put up or shut up.” The first payment was due in a few months and she said “I’ve heard you talk for months now about wanting to go to the next World Jamboree, what have you done about it?’ I, at 13, of course had to admit that I had pretty much done nothing but talk. The deal was that if I earned the money to go ($1650.00), that she and dad would buy my uniforms. She asked me if I wanted to go and as I remember; I started into a litany of excuses of how I couldn’t earn enough for the first payment in time. I didn’t get very far.

Her next words summed up a serious life lesson for me: “I didn’t ask you how you were going to earn it — I asked you if you wanted to go. You have to make the decision first — then we’ll figure out the how. Now, do you want to go?” I did make the decision, and she and dad helped me figure out how to earn enough for the first payment. After the decision was made, it was easy. Oh the work was hard, but there wasn’t any internal waffling, no internal conflict when it was hot outside, or when my friends wanted to go play. I had made the decision.

I went to Canada, but more importantly, I learned how to set goals, overcome obstacles, and work hard. Thanks Mom (and dad). Happy Mother’s Day!

And now, I’m back here again: retracing much of that route from Denver to Banff, making new decisions, setting new directions — and flat out enjoying the hell out of every moment of the experience! Even the bears: I saw 7 grizzlies (3 were cubs) and a black bear today.

Another shot of the Tetons, look closely for the eagle…

The sign where I took this particular shot of Willow Flats said that this habitat could sustain over 40 moose per acre.

As the following were all true,

• It was getting dark

• I could see more moose and elk feeding on the side of the road than the number of bugs hitting my windshield

• The only campground open was another 30 minutes away

so I promptly stopped as soon as I reached Jackson Hole, found a clean room, warm food, and cold beer — and then crashed.

Pete is right, everyone (and I mean everyone) should do this or something like it. Something that completely unplugs you from the system and allows you to count your blessings, contemplate your future, and recalibrate your trajectory.

Today’s Route:

Monday’s goal is somewhere near Casper, WY.