Last September son Yancey and I began motocaching (Geocaching on a motorcycle) the counties of
. I had already logged some of the counties in
the northwest part of the state on previous trips to visit Yancey. I posted a series last year on our assault on
the northern and eastern part of the state.
That trip netted me 28 of the 64 counties. We ran into so much rain and cold weather on
that trip that we decided we would do this year’s trip earlier. Colorado
I love traveling on a motorcycle but a little Interstate goes a long way. I’ve made so many trips across
Interstate that I wasn’t eager to do another.
So I decided I would trailer my bike down and take the family (wife and
dogs). Besides, I miss them on these
long trips. Wyoming
|Ken helps me load|
My trailer is a small tilt trailer designed to haul a 4-wheeler and works pretty well for that purpose. However, when combined with a wheel chock bolted to it, it hauled the motorcycle superbly once loaded. Unfortunately it was about a three person job to load it and a two person job to unload it with much trepidation.
We left home the 30th of July. We would ordinarily stay the first night with son, Clint, in Gooding, ID, but he was in the midst of moving so we got a motel in
the motel was a good lesson in not letting the GPS instructions overrule your
common sense. We ended up going down a
steep twisty road down the Twin
Falls Snake River canyon
to the river. There was a beautiful golf
course there but no Super 8. Eventually
we found the motel with a new found confidence in the trailer’s ability to
securely hold the motorcycle.
After settling in we went out into the desert to find a couple of geocaches and give the dogs a chance to run around. Of course, it was hot and Nellie can find a mud hole in the driest desert. She got absolutely filthy. Fortunately we were parked near a big truck stop and there was a nearby hydrant with a patch of green grass that enabled me to give her a pretty good wash down.
|Long line behind us|
We set out the next morning after our Super 8 breakfast intending to stay in
However, we were making such good time (no stops for geocaches) that we
saw we were going to arrive in Rock Springs just a little after lunch so we called and
cancelled the reservation. We had second
thoughts when we were stopped a short distance west of Rock
Springs due to a semi wreck. The truck trailer had blown an outside rear
tire, tumbled off the Interstate down into a ravine and caught fire. Somehow the truck tractor had caught fire as
well. There were huge bellows of black
smoke and traffic was backed up for miles.
We were stuck there for an hour and twenty minutes. Rock Springs
|Dogs waiting it out|
We went on to Rawlins and found another Super 8 there which wasn’t quite up to par. Again we took the dogs out in the desert for a couple of caches and again Nellie found a mud hole (slow learners) only this time Bess joined her. After we got back to the motel I used their water bucked to haul water out to the parking lot to wash them.
We got another early start the next morning and were at Yancey’s place well before lunch. They have a couple of Boston Terriers and the older one, Blanche, and Bess got into it right away. It was several days before a truce was grudgingly declared. Bess loves the truck and that’s where she slept every night while Nellie found a soft pillow in the living room. [To be continued] M/W