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Riding Nevada Highway 225 – Fun Time

Last night we stayed at the Best Western in Elko. The main reason was to use the swimming pool. It was shut down for the day. The stay went downhill from there. The phone didn’t work. The reception staff recommended with enthusiasm a restaurant a short walk from the hotel. “The food is great, you’ll love it.”

JRs Restaurant is not a place to visit or eat. Where do I begin? Oh, yah, no air conditioning, hot muggy, and smelling of cigarette smoke. I asked the duty manager about it. “Oh, yeah the air conditioning doesn’t work.” She added a shrug and walked away.

Jim ordered the house Cabernet Sauvignon. With the first sip, I knew he didn’t like it. His face scrunched, his eyes closed, and he uttered an ugh.

I ordered a pasta dish with a side salad. About ten minutes later, the server brought two set ups and tossed them on the table without a word.

Another ten minutes passed before the server brought my pasta, no salad. She forgot whose order was whose. I asked her about my salad. “Did I forget your salad?”

“Yes, you did.”

Her reply was almost surly, “I guess I can get you one now.”

“Never mind, I’ll skip it.”

The next step was to consume the food. My pasta and garlic cheese bread were unlike anything I had before. It tasted strange. Jim and I couldn’t get out of the place quick enough.

This morning our bad luck continued. The Best Western advertised a full breakfast. While Jim showered, I went to the breakfast room for coffee. They were out of regular coffee and had only enough for two partial cups of decaf.

When we returned for our meal, they were out of ham and eggs, and out of decaf coffee. About twenty minutes later they had eggs.

Our luck changed as soon as we left the motel. We took Nevada 225 north to Idaho. The ride was spectacular. We wound through stunning country with canyons, rock formations, lakes, and a small river running alongside the road for a good thirty miles.

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This picture doesn’t do justice to the one hundred miles of spectacular scenery. I never thought I would be able to say this, but the Nevada scenery was great compared to what we encountered crossing into Idaho.

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Nevada 225 ended and we were now on Idaho 51. The next hundred plus miles resembled what you see in the background, with one exception. We passed maybe a half dozen farms, nothing else but open range.

Leaving Elko we went 180 miles without slowing for traffic. We were passed by two pickups, we didn’t pass any one.

D.E.E.R. were visible twice. Two were seen about three hundred yards off the roadway. The other was road kill. Most of the terrain was open range, cattle roamed free, no fences. We saw one steer about ten feet off the roadway and a dead calf just off the pavement.

Idaho 51 offered no photo opportunities. I have to admit that Nevada 225 was worth the ride, even with the next hundred miles of boredom. Boredom is the wrong word, no ride is ever truly boring.

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We stopped Grinde’s in Mountain Home, Idaho for lunch. The waitress, Barbara, was a pleasure. She welcomed us with a bright smile that filled her face. After she made sure there were no tomatoes in the chili, we ordered chili cheese burgers smothered with onions. For potatoes Barbara recommended chip fries, sliced potatoes cooked like American Fries. Jim and I took her advice, the chips were great.

Our next stop was High Desert Harley Davidson in Meridian, just west of Boise. Another young woman, McKenzie, welcomed us with a great smile. Her folks are in public safety. She is following in their footsteps, studying Criminal Justice at the University of Idaho. Besides being nice, she was generous, giving us a 10% discount. That helped ease the pain for me. I bought the obligatory T-Shirt which was $39.00, highway robbery at High Desert Harley.

Finished at the Harley store, we wanted to ride another hour before calling it a day. An Air Force and police department retiree pulled in while we were getting ready to roll. He and his wife had just finished a ride down through Colorado and New Mexico with a stop at Four-Corners. Jim explained our dilemma, “We don’t know which direction to go, left or right.” He suggested heading north and stopping at Horseshoe Bend.

I’m glad he did. It proved to be a good ending to the day’s 280 mile ride. It also renewed my faith in Idaho.

We did have a wee bit of a problem, no motels in Horseshoe Bend. Jim went into a bar to ask about lodging. The owner said, “Let me make a call.” We could hear him talking about two twenty-year old bikers looking for a good time. When he finished he said, “He bought the old railroad station and is remodeling it. He has a room upstairs you can use.”

We doubled back to Kits Riverside Restaurant. Jon Kit came out to meet us. He was wearing a tool belt and was covered with dust, possibly sawdust. “We’re closed on Tuesdays so I can’t feed you tonight, but we’ll have a great breakfast for you in the morning. We open at seven.” The only room finished and ready for occupancy is really a studio apartment with a loft. $65 and we were in hog heaven. The deck overlooks the Payette River. The view is better than a similar one we had last year in the Cascades, but at less than half the cost.

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From the smile on Jim’s face, you can see we had a bodacious ending to a splendid day.

Tomorrow I have to work for a few hours before we head for????

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Day 6 – Coram, MT to Great Falls, MT – 212 Miles – 8.4.2012

Sundance RV did not have coffee so back down the road we went. The first place we saw was a huge rafting center, store, and restaurant. Pulling in we should have noticed there was one car in the lot. Oh, well, coffee was only a minute away.

Inside there was no one in sight. We went through the souvenir store to the restaurant, it looked great but with no one in sight. I hollered; “Hello”. We walked through the restaurant, store, and into a gift shop. We found a guy with a cup of coffee chatting with an elderly lady.

He was the owner; “I don’t open the restaurant until lunch.”

We got back on the bikes and headed to the West Entrance to Glacier Park. We stopped at the West Glacier Restaurant. We enjoyed excellent coffee and food at reasonable prices. Two Russian couples were at the next table. They were riding from Seattle to New Jersey.

We entered the Park using our National Parks and Federal Recreational Lands Passes which are sold to those over 62 for $10. The passes are good for life. I’ve purchased three because I keep forgetting mine.

It is 50 miles from the West Entrance to the East Exit. It was a great ride. Motorcycles are the only way to truly enjoy the Ride to the Sun Road. We had been warned that because of road construction it could take all day. That is probably true on weekdays; after all there are only two seasons in Montana, Winter and Road Repair. We went through on a Saturday. There were no work crews but miles of construction zones complete with warning signs.

Motorcycles Proceed with Extreme Caution.

Our one delay, five minutes at a red light where a landslide was being repaired with only room for one way traffic.

As much as we raved about the Northern Cascades, they don’t hold a candle to Glacier Park.

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Glaciers carved these valleys.

2 ½ hours after entering the park, we exited via East Gate.

Despite all the warnings about wildlife the only thing I saw was a grouse jump in front of a jeep. Unbelievably it wasn’t killed. It ran back out between the front and rear tires, sans tail feathers. It left a pile of feathers in the roadway.

JAK says that he saw a young brown bear. His story is that the bear began to cross the roadway about five miles west of East Gate, saw the motorcycle, and jumped back into the woods. JAK hit the brakes and pointed to the road side. I saw his brake lights and him pointing. This wasn’t the only “invisible” critter that JAK saw.

After leaving the park, it wasn’t much more than a half hour before we hit the plains. What a letdown after all the beautiful scenery we had been experiencing.

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Our last 90 miles was pretty much like this. Pulling into Great Falls we headed to Motel 6. “Sorry we are booked up.”

I asked; “Do you know of any motels with vacancies?”

“Everywhere is pretty much sold out, but I think there is one room at the Super 8.”

JAK and I experience de j’vue. We head for the Super 8. Across the lot is a Best Western. I look at JAK and say; “What the heck, let’s check.”

JAK waited outside while I went inside. I got in line for the one agent working. Another agent opened, as I move to his position, I hear the first agent tell the couple who had been in front of me; “I’m sorry we don’t have any rooms.” Crap!

My agent said; “Let me check.” He plays with the computer; “One with a king, and one with two queens.”

Life can throw you a bone at times. This was one of those times.

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