Catching Up

Its been a tiring couple of days.

Last Wednesday I went up the Spearfish Canyon ride, which was gorgeous. I also stopped by that nice cafe/restaurant "Stonewall", the one that fed me an hour before opening. I had a really nice conversation with the employees while I drank my coffee, so that was cool.

After riding up Spearfish I went to see Dad. I didn't really feel that weird, but I slept through almost all of the next day and felt like I really needed to move on. So I don't know.

Anyway, Friday was when I finally got out of there. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye to Larry, but I was acting weird.

I got a tad lost again, but it sent me through The Black Hills National Forest, which was really pretty and a fun ride, so it worked out.

I was a little apprehensive about Wyoming being the same as eastern South Dakota, but I was dead wrong.
It was beautiful.

Eastern South Dakota was endless rolling farmland, which has everything I don't like about the middle of nowhere with nothing I like about the wilderness.

Wyoming was wild, untamed planes, which turned into forested mountains and clear valleys. It was one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.

I had to stay in a motel in Casper, which wasn't interesting enough to write about.

The next day was equally beautiful, riding through the mountains and canyons.
Jackson was a nice town, but really expensive. I got sushi at a nice place.

The next day saw me to Boise, but Idaho was probably the most boring place I've ridden in. And the scariest.

Wyoming was wilderness, but there was still gas stations every fifty miles, but Idaho was nothing but farmland and no gas for miles. At one point I ran out of my normal tank and had to ride on my reserve for about 70 miles before I got even close to a town. The wind and high speed limit of the road killed my gas mileage, which combined with scarcity of gas stations lead to several scares and close calls.

After Boise I went up north Snake River Canyon to take a long route to Walla Walla instead of the interstate. It was a very pretty ride, but I got caught in the rain, which was much less fun.

I got to the senior Fergusons' late that night, which was really cold. The next day was yesterday, which was a great day for a ride up and over The Hill, what the locals calls the Rockies, and through Mount Rainier National Park.

It was a good last ride, with a great view and great weather. I made great time to Seattle got to Jim's place before 7pm.

It feels weird to be done, but in a good way. But strange not to be traveling anymore.

Today I'm exploring the city, and hunting for the right cafe for me. I might make a list of reviews for the cafes I check out later. I also will probably post up some more pictures.