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12th Annual Brown Water Run – Day 4 – 7/8/2013 (Last Day)

I haven’t had a chance to wrap up the Brown Water before now. We were on a cruise to Alaska and then my two months out of warranty hard drive failed.

Monday, July 8th was officially the last day of the 2013 Brown Water Run.

When we settled down the night before, the Bison Fire was raging east of us. The distance that the fire covered was astonishing. I’m glad I was a police officer and not a fire fighter. I will never comprehend how a sane person can put themselves in front of a moving fire. To all Fire Fighters – Thank you for your service.

Here is a quote from one of our riders, “This is a fast-moving fire.” Jeff Zolfarelli – Fire Chief (Retired). Personally I think all fires are fast movers and should be avoided.

Monday started poorly. First, the Bison Fire continued to grow. The Motel 6 staff told us, “We don’t put out coffee until 7:00 a.m.”. We had two motorcycles down. The Harley people told Keith Wallace that his problem was the stater. They couldn’t get one in for a day or two. Fred Sicard had to wait for the service department to replace his tire.

When Keith got back to Arizona he raised cane with the Harley-Folks who had “fixed” his electrical system. It turns out that it was the regulator, not the stater. Carson City had regulators in stock and could have fixed the bike. I believe they returned his diagnostic fee.

Hatties

Fortunately Grandma Hattie’s was just across the parking lot. We trooped over and had coffee and breakfast.

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Paul Wallace had our waitress deliver a jar of mayonnaise to me. I HATE MAYONNAISE. This wasn’t just any mayonnaise, it was from 2003. He had saved it since I was airlifted out of the Oregon Mountains to the hospital in Medford. What a guy.

Pig Trail

Larry Eade models a shirt from Pig Trail Harley-Davidson, Eureka Springs, Arkansas. The Pig Trail is a popular ride and should not be missed if one rides through the state. Here is a shortened link http://goo.gl/MhYxo0 if you care to learn more about the trail. Larry, Jim, Burny Matthews and I were on route to Washington, D.C. for the 2010 Law Enforcement Memorial Service during National Police Week. To learn more about this program, link to http://www.nleomf.com

End of Ride

After breakfast we loaded up and prepared to go our separate ways.

The Los Angeles riders headed over to Carson City Harley to wait for Fred. Later they enjoyed a great ride over the Ebbetts Pass Scenic Byway, State Route 4, before spending the night in Fresno. Some BWR riders took US-50 back to the Bay Area. Jim Kennemore took I-80 over Donner Summit. For a “slab” it’s not a bad ride.

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I headed to Las Vegas to attend the Public Safety Writers Association Annual Conference. As much as I enjoy riding with a group, solo riding is a delight. I took US-50 through Dayton Valley to US-95 south to Las Vegas. Last June, Jim Kennemore and I were on US-95 up in Idaho. This section is desert, but in its own way, just as scenic.

Bison Fire from East

The Bison Fire was visible looking west, the reverse view of what we had seen the night before. The fire destroyed great tracts of mountain terrain.

Wild Horses

Wild horses are not uncommon in areas of Nevada. While this looks to be a rural range, it wasn’t. The west side of the road is wide open with no fences, the east is not. I pulled to a stop and took this shot from about fifty yards. On the east side of the highway were several gas stations, stores, and fast food restaurants. The horses did not seem to have any interest in me or the Ultra’s loud pipes.

I spent the night in Beatty, Nevada and was in Las Vegas by noon on Tuesday. Passing Creech Air Force Based I saw three or four remotely piloted aircraft systems flying in the area. Most of us refer to these devices as Drones. They were bigger than I had imagined.

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Great Ride – Horseshoe Bend to Grangeville, Idaho

Wednesday the 13th we left Horseshoe Bend, Idaho around 9:00 a.m. north on Idaho 55. The first 50 miles or so was alongside the Little Salmon and then the Salmon River. The scenery was GREEN. The trees and fields were colored in different shades of green, as was the river.

How can I describe the roadway? Pavement smooth and in good repair running through canyons, with many twisty turns, none required a speed lower than 35 MPH.

I thought the ride couldn’t get better, it did.

We stopped at Grandma’s Homestead in McCall, Idaho where Jim had coffee. I had coffee and pie. Our server wore shorts to show off his leg tattoos. His hair appeared to be recovering from a Mohawk cut. “Hey you got any homemade pie?” He told me what they had. “Which is your favorite?”

He said, “I like the mountain berry.”

The mountain berry was excellent, but not quite as good as the homemade peach pie they served the other day on the Piute-Shoshone Reservation.

Leaving McCall we picked up US 95. The ride was a slight change with the turns. Instead of twistys the curves were long and smooth almost all handled at the 60 MPH speed limit effortlessly.

The Salmon River runs through a gorge known as the Hells Canyon National Recreation Area – Idaho. We followed this for about 60 miles.

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About half way to Grangeville we climbed up Hells Canyon.

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This picture is near where we leave the Salmon River and enter farmland.The dark dot on the roadway is Jim Kennemore.

We rode 178 miles before stopping for the night in Grangeville. Neither Jim, nor I felt like writing.

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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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The Ride to Illinois That Wasn’t

Last night I rode to Jim Kennemore’s in Roseville so we could get an early start today. The plan was to be on the road by six, no later than six-thirty.

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7:00 a.m., pre-departure picture of Dos Amigos. Jim tells me, “Hey I just checked the weather, there will be thunder showers over the Sierras by this afternoon.

I’m not worried, even though the sky is changing to a darker shade of grey. “Don’t worry we’ll be in Truckee by eight-thirty and Fallon by eleven.” It didn’t work out that way.

We went about five miles before I saw a lightning strike. It turned out to be the only one I saw all day.

We had an unscheduled detour for fuel outside of Auburn. We didn’t get to Truckee until well after nine. We enjoyed a great meal at Coffee And, one of my favorite breakfast places.

Leaving Coffee And 1030 am

Jim snapped this shot as we saddled up, not at the planned hour, but much later, 10:30 a.m.

We couldn’t pass up Cabella’s at Boomtown. The stop resulted in another hour’s delay.

The original plan was to ride to Marseilles, Illinois for a Veteran’s Function. Our timing got skewed and it was obvious we wouldn’t get there until a day or two after the event. The route included the Loneliest Highway in America (US 50) to Ely, Nevada.

Riding US 50 through Fallon requires a stop and lunch at Jerry’s. This tradition cannot be ignored. Jim memorialized the stop in the below picture.

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The storm clouds in the background followed us from Truckee. We caught a few large rain drops but nothing heavy.

Over lunch we decided that since we couldn’t make it to Illinois, we might as well go somewhere new. I’ll remind you that Jim is a retired OPD Sergeant and I’m a retired SLPD Sergeant. Sergeants are used to making decisions and being obeyed. Sergeants are always right. We both held steadfast in our suggested routes, sort of. We argued the value of heading East, South, and North. I might have changed my position more than once. If our riding buddy retired Lieutenant Larry Eade had been handy he could have mediated.

Looking at the map, we saw that less than a mile away we could make a left turn and head north on US 95. We have ridden this road up in Montana so the discussion was on. We finally compromised and agreed to take the left onto US 95 north to I-80.

Normal Riding Attire

Jim snapped this photo of me driving in the oncoming lane in my official riding gear, aloha shirt, and tennis shoes. It was at least fifteen minutes before another vehicle wanted the lane. You can see the storm clouds to the west. We turned east just in time to miss anything worse than a few more large drops. They almost helped with the 100 degree temperature.

At I-80 we turned right and rode to Elko. We saw no D.E.E.R. today. As anyone who has ever been through Nevada knows, they have two seasons, winter and road repair. We experienced maybe one-hundred miles of road repair where for the most part, they closed us down to one lane in each direction while they repaired the other lane.

It was a 440 mile day.

Tomorrow we’ll head north. I think we are going to Boise. But we’ll have to see how the two sergeants handle the decisions.

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