|Gary France center line challenge?|
|This is what constitutes a vegan breakfast in cowboy country.|
I suppose we could've asked to have onions, mushrooms, celery and peppers added to it but vegans know this is much more trouble than it is worth. Plain hash browns never tasted so good.
After breakfast we rode up I-84 two miles to the next exit 302 to highway 86 as our planned route was also blocked by the town's festivities.
We made it to Halfway through some minor road construction and chip seal. This was the only time I could shake Erik and his ZX-14 from my tail as my Tiger was right at home on the loose gravel. I pulled over and watched the group assemble behind me.
Evidently my camera stayed in my pocket all weekend, I was having too much fun riding. I didn't get any photos of Hells Canyon other than a short GoPro video which will take me months to edit. I stole these from Trobairitz...
|Looking North to the dam from the interpretive center|
|Oh Richard? Where are you? He was with us at the last tight corner.|
|Is my bike running a little rich?|
We rode back to Oregon from Idaho side of the river and met everyone back at Scotty's service station before riding home to Joseph.
Here is the group gathered on NF39 from Hells Canyon to Joseph and where Karen proclaimed that she truly is a flat-lander.
Although she tackled the Devil's Tail just fine, she mentioned being able to see the tops of trees from above is a bit disconcerting.
You did great Karen, despite teasing you we are all very proud and glad to see you conquer the mountain.
Way to go!!!
|Bobskoot explaining the definition of pasture land.|
From here we headed into Joseph for dinner at La Bajio, reviewing the days sights and ride then to our hotel for a well deserved night's rest.
In the words of AC/DC...