Doug

My first rest day is quite welcome after 11 days on the road. Despite not sleeping in too long, it was nice to start the day with a few cups of coffee and a little bit of socializing with the AirBNB host and other guests (all motorcyclists), talking about the trip and sharing war stories. […]

Despite feeling a bit beat when I got to Wallace, I woke up feeling well rested and decided to start the day on the BDR. I wandered around town and found a breakfast place to fuel myself for the day and ended up running into an old timer on a BMW GS on his way

Despite planning to sleep in, I woke up in my cabin around 6:30 Mountain time. I used the extra time to grab a fresh breakfast at the lodge before packing up and heading out around 8:30, thinking that I had a short 217 mile day and plenty of time to do it in. The BDR

Heading out of my yurt at the River’s Fork Lodge (after waiting for the day to warm up with a breakfast burrito and coffee), I gassed up and headed straight into the Salmon-Challis National Forest around 9:30. The forest service road follows the Salmon River for few miles with sheer cliff faces boxing in the

Today was the last big-mile day for a long time and the last day of the sprint west. I got up around 6am to temps in the 40s, so despite having almost everything packed before 7am I took my time to wrap up, drink an extra cup of coffee, and let the day warm up

I took off early from Sheridan knowing that this was another high-mileage day. It was pretty chilly and only got colder as I climbed the foothills of the Bighorn Range. I vaguely knew these mountains were here, but only because I’d picked a really squiggly line when choosing the route. What I didn’t realize was

Today was officially the transition from the drive out to the proper trip. After an antsy night of prepping the bike, I got up before six and was out the door any ready to go around 8. Tori and Dorothy took off at about the same time for their Badlands camping trip, starting with a

I left the AirBNB in Wall at around 7:30, aiming for Sturgis Motorsports while Tori and Dorothy left at around the same time for Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse. Other than a distracted driver in Rapid City and high crosswinds across the plains, it was a boring highway slog for about an hour. I arrived

The trip started by loading the Norden, all my gear, and all the gear Tori and her mom would need for their trip into the back of the truck. Things were tighter than the would have been if we’d been able to use the hitch-carrier for the bike, but I figured it was definitely better

Frantic prep to get the Norden ready for the trip