Holysmokes, about thirty five years since I been to one of these. It was a blast actually. Super Hot, camped in a tent, but yeah, a hell of a show..wanted to try a couple different angles, and perspective. Shot with my "point and shoot"..was fun, limited cuz no zoom or anything, but yeah, was fun, got some fun stuff...
Road Times of twenty sixteen
Most time it is ok not to camp, though whenever I take a room it seems as if there is some sort of defeat involved. Always seems I lost one today. Not about the money, but when I start out on a journey, it is always my goal to camp, I love my tent, have two, sort of trade off between them. The small one is what is here, easy to set up, take down, and pack up. But when I do pull the trigger on a motel or hotel, I am usually enticed by something different and or old. Though must say there is a ton of ugly places out there, seems I stayed in most, some at least. This one is way cool, over a hundred bucks for the crappyish room, but somehow it was just ok..I liked it. As usual I often tend to let the day get away on me. On the road time means nothing really. There is a clock on the dash, but it does not mean anything. Like the direction one goes, that is sort of moot really, something like the salmon heading down the crik..they don't know or care where it is they are going, something just tells them to go there. Sort of like riding a motorcycle for too long. A map is only for perspective I guess. Anyway, the days get out of hand and before I know it it is late, am stuck with no apparent campground around, nor hot shower, so take a room. My one real weakness with this camping thing is a dire need to shower or whatever every night. Makes for a long night with no sleep if I cant clean up. Must be some ancestral throwback. I am ok with a creek or pond or whatever, but when none are available before dark, well, one just has to buck up, swallow what pride one has at this point and take a room.
The best is when friends ask you to come on over, or even pay for a room..see last year...hahahaha...thanks Greg and Sylvia..and thanks again for the mighty hospitality and visits. Was awesome to see you both and Allison as well..been way too long. If you can stand the company well, I could make it an annual thing. Nothing like inviting myself aye..Talk soon.
It is said morning is the best time to take photo's, but hey, when on a ride you take what you get. I did luck out on the shot with the blue and lines..not sure what the hell that place was, a dried lakebed. The colors and subject reminded me of some modern art thing that looks like wallpaper and seems popular these days. I like it. Will make a big print and see how it translate.
Then there is the biblical storms that hit one on the road. Holycrap that greay road shot, was like the gods were trying everyting in their power to keep people off the road. Was all I could do to hold the bike between the ditches. Even cars would put their brakes on when a sidewind gust hit. The blackness and grey is what it was. Pretty funny though as not sure if it was the wind or the gods or what, but my gps was totally befuddled here, and as I get lost in a hallway, I was somewhat jittery as to where exactly I was going. Seemed to be taking me into the middle of nowhere. Then I ran into a whole pack of Mormans..yeah, know they were this cuz I stopped and asked where the hell I was. They were all mapped up, and following a pilgrim trail through the deserts. I told them of the pony express trail and they seemed intersested in that, as it too is part of the migration of pilgrims and others back in the day.
Otherwise the pictures are just that. I don't want to get caught up in all the geological and map talk of where and when these are all from. It is just what it is and part of the meditation one would call distance riding on ones own. Yeah, just what it is. I like it that way less formal.
I am rambling here here now, as I did not take notes, nor anything really but for the amount of gas ups and total miles.
For me the whole venture of riding is like a meditation..four to ten hours on a bike with nothing to say, or anyone to talk to, makes one pretty clear on what is going on around, no distractions but the beauty and the curving roads. The curves are like an invitation to carry on to see what is beyond yonder curve.
Moab and my new best friend. Well he sort of was for ten days or so..Seems he has left me on the road though. Think there is a country song in that one.
Crazy times, I met this dude in Winthrop. Showed him the campsite, we spent the evening drinking beers and wondering what we should do next. He had a sort of plan and I was just looking for a buddy to ride with. We both got what we needed.
He has dumped me now however. Used me up and headed west..Not sure we will cross paths again, but would be great to catch up.
We did cover alot of ground,and had lots of laughs, and fired big firearms, and had plenty of beers and miles to share. Oh we almost found religion as well. The Mormans secruity was not so sharp this night. First of all we slid into town without being detected, but when we tried to sit with the choir, well, that did not go over well..Ok, I am stretching this part of the story some, but hey, that is all good. My story afterall.
Was truly awesome indeed. Oh, one pretty cool thing, I did manage to keep a promise to the big guy, told him I knew of a guy that was taller than him. Adrian the Kiwi stands at 6'6"...Also seemed to be a chic magnet. My god never a dull moment..Always remember Debbie aye boy...hahahha..
One of the missions on this trip was to see Old Faithful. Not to be. The park was closed and we had to go a day or more out of the way to go around, and we could not get in on that side anyway. Bummer. I have seen it, but buddy had not.
Yet another less in not making plans.
The fuzzy crazy sign was sort of my feelings at the time. Jackson Hole. This is an in motion shot of the sign for the Million Dollar Saloon..Crazy place.
For me as always it is the people on the way, besides Adrian the long kiwi, we met LT..that is what he goes by, and seems he has done a tour or two in some bad places. Funny dude though. Was going to ride his old nag of a bike to see his granddaughters..three of them think he said he had that he has not seen yet, ever..maybe they were great granddaughters..Funny guy would have been awesome to hang for awhile and get some stories. Next time. Had the time. The lament of the whole trip..nevermind.
I am taking some of the images I did on the this last trip, I shot them all in color of course, but later on discovered how amazing some of them looked in black and white. A few samples here, and you get the idea. I have been thinking of using this blog site as abit of a promotional tool for my Etsy site, hope it works and not piss anyone off. Maybe one more reason to come back and see something new. Lets give it a go. And don't forget to check out the Etsy place, there is a ton of stuff up there.
I will be happy to make up some stories on each shot if it will help someone buy one. Hey, I gotta do what I gotta do. Cut me some slack and enjoy.
Hope ya'all like the idea. cheers.
Well gotta say, I tried for a real long day out of Cave Junction out of the southern most part of Oregon, was shooting for Winthrop, that would be the entire width of Oregon, and most of washington. Almost made it, but got caught by dark in Winnachee, and had to stay in a real crap motel. Real crap. But had to laugh so hard as once in and drama’s averted, I noticed cords hanging from the lights on the headboard. Did not take notice earlier, so thought to turn them on as I was getting ready for bed, only to find that the cords just hung there, and there was no plug ins for them. Like how stupid that is. No power to the lights at all. Must be some law that says there has to be lights there, but nobody apparently said to put power to them. Could not help but laugh, Love those moments that you just would not make up.
Darren and Rochelle..awesome visit but short.