When I left Durango June 6th 2007 on my epic journey,
little did I know that I would encounter snow on Hwy 50,
The Loneliest Highway in the U.S. about 30 miles east of
I figured I had enough gas to head south on 93 so I
could jump on 375 in order to continue west. I took the
right at the intersection of 93 and 375 and here was
this sign. Holy crap. Even on a full tank of gas I am
not certain I can make it 150 miles.
For the past day and a half I had been running into
strong headwind and this day was no better. I turned
around and went to Ash Springs where I picked up the two
gallon gas can you see strapped to the back of the bike
and filled my tank and the can and headed west on a road
that was even more lonely than the loneliest.
That evening I pulled in to Tonapah NV where it was
still mighty cold. There were some light dry snow flakes
but nothing to be concerned about. The next morning
after a good breakfast and topping off the gas again, I
bundled up and went on my way toward Yosemite Nat'l
By 10 a.m. that day the sun was bright and the air warm
enough for comfort as I crossed the Nevada - California
line and got on one of the most fun stretches of whoop
dee whoop roads you can imagine. You know the kind of
roads where you catch air when you fly over one of the
dozens of humps or jumps or whatever you call them.
As I approached Mono Lake I was glad that the weather
had forced me to take the southern route. The road into
Yosemite was open at Lee Vining and the only snow I saw
after that was on the sides of the road and at the tops
of the mountains where it belongs in June.
several days in Yosemite, my ride continued to San
Francisco and up Hwy 1 all the way to where Hwy. 1
rejoins 101 near the famous "Drive Through Tree" in
Leggett. When I pulled in to the general store near the
famous tree I met a couple from Phoenix who were riding
double on a Goldwing. We swapped a few stories and I
believe I mentioned the rally in Mancos, CO that I was
Four weeks later I was sitting outside the Absolute
Bakery Cafe in Mancos when the same couple pulled in.
What a cool coincidence, at least the three of us
thought so. There is a lot more to this ride as I
continued north to Seattle and then across the North
Cascades Highway and on to Idaho and over Thompson Pass
Here is another picture (above left) with the VTX parked
in ID and MT at the top of the pass. I'll pick up this
ride story again in part two as I head on to
Yellowstone and from there wind my way back to Durango.