Sorry I haven't posted anything for a couple of days...we relocated our trailer to Paradise Valley just south of Livingston Montana. Yes there's a reason it's called "Paradise" it's just gorgeous. There we met up with some friends, Jackie and Cori, from Naples who are out here for the summer.
However, today I had the best "single" motorcycle ride to date. I started off from Livingston and rode I-90 for about 80 miles and then took off Rt78 towards a town called Red Lodge (I think) I rode through unbeleivable countryside...for my Brit friends...it was like a mixture of the Yorkshire dales and Exmoor, throw in some Lake district..then enlrge the scale about five times and multiply that by 100...well, needless to say I found it to be stunning, but in a slightly bleak kind of way. The grassland is parched this time of the year, but it covers the valley floor and foothills like a carpet. The road was made for my beautiful Beemer, long sweeping turns on perfect roads, no potholes or frost heaves, no traffic whatsoever. I was as high as a kite!
When I got into Red Lodge I filled up the bike with gas and chatted with a couple of Harley guys who were riding in the area. They gave me a few pointers and then I set out over the Beartooth pass. It is a combination of switchbacks and straightaways that climb up over the mountains at about 11500 feet. I had to keep my wits about me because of the traffic and the gravel on the road, but I was rewarded when I came down over the other side of the mountain range in Wyoming. It was like something out of a movie...lush high mountain pastures and lakes dotted with pines forests, more sweeping roads and Yellowstone National Park in my sights.
Yellowstone is everything and more than what I expected. Simply beautifuly majestic, and staggeringly beautiful. Buffalo grazing in herds in the open planes, deer and cayotes within eyeshot of the road. I had to pinch myself to prove that I was actually there.
By this time I was about 250 miles into my 300 miles day, so I was ready for home. I ponted my trusty steed Northwards and cruised along the side of the river for about twenty miles. I felt like I was riding in a scene from "A River Runs Through It"
I got home knowing I had just had one of the best riding days of my life...the only thing that would have made it better would have been to have my riding buddies Bruce and Nils with me!
Sorry for the rough post, we just got back from dinner and I wanted to get something down before another day passes!!! Pictures to come.