<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 08:57:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Mandolin #2</category><category>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><category>2009-01-09 New Zealand and Australia</category><category>2008-12-12 La Cruz Mexico</category><category>2009-05-01 Ave of the Giants Motorcycle and 10K</category><category>Mandolin #1</category><category>2006-07-13 Germany / Austria / Switzerland on a motorcycle</category><title>Coydog</title><description>Dave Zimmerman's trips, stories and news</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-854487177708485011</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2051 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T22:25:45.144-08:00</atom:updated><title>Trips and Stories by Dave Zimmerman</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The Coydog site has always been a place for me to put writing about my interests. I’m in the process of moving things from an old format over to this one. If you’re looking for something and don’t see it, &lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/01/contact-dave.html"&gt;let me know&lt;/a&gt;. Otherwise, click a link below and browse around.     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Thanks,     &lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="575"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="198"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/motorcycle-trips-and-stories.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="Click for stories" alt="Click for stories" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TripsandStoriesbyDaveZimmerman_D7AB/IMG_3451.jpg" width="135" height="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/motorcycle-trips-and-stories.html"&gt;Motorcycles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="216"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/travel-stories.html"&gt;Travel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/travel-stories.html" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline" title="Click for stories" alt="Click for stories" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TripsandStoriesbyDaveZimmerman_D7AB/IMG_0478_thumb.jpg" width="135" height="102" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="159"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/music-stuff.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px; display: inline" title="Click for stories" alt="Click for stories" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TripsandStoriesbyDaveZimmerman_D7AB/n596732551_1221259_8767_thumb.jpg" width="92" height="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/music-stuff.html"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Most Popular:&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="576"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="180"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coydog.com/blog/TripsandStoriesbyDaveZimmerman_D7AB/WorldRoute_220.jpg" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 1px; display: block; float: none" title="World-Route_220" alt="World-Route_220" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TripsandStoriesbyDaveZimmerman_D7AB/WorldRoute_220_thumb.jpg" width="135" height="78" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="394"&gt;&lt;a href="http://advodna.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADVODNA – Adventures of Dave and Ann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon drive from San Francisco south through Mexico and Central America. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://adventuresofdaveandann.com/"&gt;http://adventuresofdaveandann.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="185"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/11/heading-for-rockygrass-and-co-on.html"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_4013[10]" border="0" alt="IMG_4013[10]" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TripsandStoriesbyDaveZimmerman_D7AB/IMG_401310.jpg" width="93" height="95" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="394"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/11/heading-for-rockygrass-and-co-on.html"&gt;July 2009 - Colorado and the TAT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Three weeks on the bikes trying to cover as much dirt as possible between San Francisco and Colorado. &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="189" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2002/03/mandolin-1-intro.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Carving the scroll 2" alt="Carving the scroll 2" src="http://coydog.com/blog/Mandolin1Carving_E328/Carvingthescroll2_thumb.jpg" width="110" height="82" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="394"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2002/03/mandolin-1-intro.html"&gt;Mandolin #1: A Stew-Mac F-5 Kit&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Read about my adventures and misadventures building my first mandolin. &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-854487177708485011?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/1990/12/trips-and-stories-by-dave-zimmerman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-184376142183127060</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T13:59:05.909-07:00</atom:updated><title>Miscellaneous Stories and Stuff</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Some random videos I’ve made that I think are cool… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="693"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;San Francisco Bluegrass &amp;amp; Old-Time Festival Revue Timelapse            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I took 2 1/2 hours of HD video from the Revue show I put together and ran it through a program called ffmpeg to extract 1 frame from every 30. I then compiled those frames into a video and had ffmpeg take every 5th frame from that video. I batch processed those frames in Photoshop to oversaturate and create the effect of a tilt-shift lense and then recompiled them into the final video.           &lt;br /&gt;When it was done, it seemed to deserve its own soundtrack so I recorded a little modal melody I wrote on my octave mandolin (converted from a Harmony Tenor Guitar), added some bass and voila. &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="431"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:174545fc-bf67-4d58-b5af-45e4eec25ac6" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="d8f051f7-4581-4c3c-a04b-44a629391280" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJhqrbF-6-w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/video3bc0d2edc6ce.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('d8f051f7-4581-4c3c-a04b-44a629391280'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/nJhqrbF-6-w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/nJhqrbF-6-w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="432"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changing All Four Tires&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;A similar timelapse technique to the one above but instead of compiling the video from the extracted frames and then extracting more (thus losing quality), I wrote a script that goes through the frames extracted the first time and culls them down to the number I want. &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:935118c0-8c00-41eb-8d51-59c140a85be9" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="2cdc83a9-7bd9-449a-bde0-c98afd992833" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMcFBtjjJxY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/video2a0e66be3c6c.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2cdc83a9-7bd9-449a-bde0-c98afd992833'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/sMcFBtjjJxY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/sMcFBtjjJxY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gorilla Backing Up the Stairs&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;I don’t care who you are. This is just funny. Our dog, Gorilla, loses confidence when she gets to the top few stairs in our house. For some reason, approaching them backwards is less daunting. She does this about half the time at this point. &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:156257a1-9913-4c00-a253-62ff36254b4b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="01615d20-321c-4da8-a2c6-5ddf97ed94f2" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKpSdmQA4cs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/video51e1b91cbae1.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('01615d20-321c-4da8-a2c6-5ddf97ed94f2'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PKpSdmQA4cs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/PKpSdmQA4cs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alix’s Ode to a dog named Gorilla           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ashamed to say we spent most of the night before this writing the song. This was the public performance although it was clear that our campground neighbors had heard it enough. &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:ff13b9a9-6738-4dc0-9a74-35494af7fb2f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="6e5c741e-d3d9-405e-9df8-4457ca984dd8" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ypc_7fmeN1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/videoce76d1ab0301.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6e5c741e-d3d9-405e-9df8-4457ca984dd8'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Ypc_7fmeN1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Ypc_7fmeN1k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="252"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My song on the Today Show&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;This was a weird one. Ann got in the shower first one morning so I turned on the TV. The Today Show was on and Ann Curry was pitching to the next segment. Next thing I know, I hear one of MY songs playing in the background! Well, since then, I’ve been in contact with the guy who put the segment together as well as BMI and no one really thinks it’s a big deal. Oh well, maybe no royalties but at least I know I’m famous!          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:897ae7cb-5b33-4ece-831c-04eb8ea3cf32" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="3768e7e4-575a-4287-9c71-85690b3ed2f1" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W82pXIARnY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/videoec64e3b738e5.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('3768e7e4-575a-4287-9c71-85690b3ed2f1'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; 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         &lt;br /&gt;Sorry mom… &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1e89169f-9b15-4da7-a360-6290232dcf82" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="1f156532-4e9a-4128-a09f-8c0758eb1262" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQu0QUD1D28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/video5b1c7469fbfd.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('1f156532-4e9a-4128-a09f-8c0758eb1262'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; 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       &lt;td valign="top" width="10"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="435"&gt;         &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d665b5af-001f-4ef1-aee4-9e8d72384d2b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="5f05437f-5b0b-43ab-86b1-9a64f5eebd1e" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ldUWMcUwEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/MiscellaneousStoriesandStuff_CBF5/videob1af19c4a06e.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('5f05437f-5b0b-43ab-86b1-9a64f5eebd1e'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6ldUWMcUwEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/6ldUWMcUwEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-184376142183127060?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/miscellaneous-stories-and-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-294576900770809569</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T22:20:29.846-08:00</atom:updated><title>Music Stuff</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’m still moving stuff over from my other site but here’s what I have so far. Let me know if you’re looking for something you don’t see…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="575"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="410"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;Instrument Building&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;ul&gt;           &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2002/03/mandolin-1-intro.html"&gt;Mandolin #1: A StewMac F5 Kit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;            &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/search/label/Mandolin%20%232"&gt;Mandolin #2: Another try at a StewMac F5 Kit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;         &lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stories Coming Soon:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;ul&gt;           &lt;li&gt;The Tiny Tele: 5 string electric mandolin &lt;/li&gt;            &lt;li&gt;DZ-18V: Martin Dreadnaught Guitar Kit &lt;/li&gt;            &lt;li&gt;Octave Mandolin Conversion from a Harmony Tenor Guitar &lt;/li&gt;         &lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;h3&gt;Teaching&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;ul&gt;           &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepicksf.com"&gt;The Pick&lt;/a&gt;: My project to support bluegrass and Americana in the San Francisco Bay Area. Jams, shows, band ensemble workshops. &lt;/li&gt;            &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freightandsalvage.org/take-stage-band-workshops"&gt;Take the Stage&lt;/a&gt;:&amp;#160; 8 week band ensemble workshops where I coach 7 strangers to put on a show at the Freight &amp;amp; Salvage in Berkeley. &lt;/li&gt;         &lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;h3&gt;Non-Profits&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;ul&gt;           &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbaontheweb.org"&gt;The California Bluegrass Association&lt;/a&gt;: I work with the CBA to develop community and interest within a younger, more urban demographic. I also provide support with web projects and coordinate a stage at their annual &lt;a href="http://fathersdayfestival.com/"&gt;Father’s Day Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;            &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfbluegrass.org"&gt;The San Francisco Bluegrass &amp;amp; Old-Time Festival&lt;/a&gt;: As a committee member for 3 years, my main interest has been in developing workshops and opportunities for less experienced bands to participate. The workshop day and Bluegrass &amp;amp; Old-Time Revue is a developing tradition that seems to be taking off. &lt;/li&gt;         &lt;/ul&gt;                 &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="19"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="144"&gt;         &lt;h3 align="left"&gt;Bands &amp;amp; Performances&lt;/h3&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/44245D2BE5ADAB77&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/44245D2BE5ADAB77&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="100" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;Homespun Rowdy            &lt;br /&gt;@ Verns 2009&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/7F02DC7F561C8D92&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/7F02DC7F561C8D92&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="100" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;Homespun Rowdy            &lt;br /&gt;@ The Freight 2009&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/D09528C56C0B923C&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/D09528C56C0B923C&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="100" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Deuces            &lt;br /&gt;@ The Hotel Utah 2009&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/CC91100CD9ECB786&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/CC91100CD9ECB786&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="100" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Pick @            &lt;br /&gt;Bluegrass in the Schools 2010&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-294576900770809569?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/music-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-2434941566391051540</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T14:23:45.586-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-01-09 New Zealand and Australia</category><title>January 2009: New Zealand</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/janaury-7th-january-9th-2009-san.html"&gt;January 7th – January 9th, 2009: San Francisco to Sydney, Australia&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-9th-2009-sydney-australia.html"&gt;January 9th, 2009: Sydney, Australia&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-10th-2009-sydney-australia.html"&gt;January 10th, 2009: Sydney, Australia&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-11th-2009-sydney-australia-to.html"&gt;January 11th, 2009: Sydney, Australia to Christchurch, NZ&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-12th-2009-christchurch-new.html"&gt;January 12th, 2009: Christchurch, New Zealand to Kaikoura, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-13th-2009-kaikoura-new-zealand.html"&gt;January 13th, 2009: Kaikoura, New Zealand to Nelson, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-14th-2009-nelson-new-zealand-to.html"&gt;January 14th, 2009: Nelson, New Zealand to Awaroa Lodge in the Abel Tasman National Park&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-15th-2009-awaroa-lodge-in-abel.html"&gt;January 15th, 2009: Awaroa Lodge in Abel Tasman National Park, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-16th-2009-awaroa-lodge-to.html"&gt;January 16th, 2009: Awaroa Lodge to Punakaiki, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-17th-2009-punakaiki-new-zealand.html"&gt;January 17th, 2009: Punakaiki, New Zealand to Fox Glacier, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-18th-2009-fox-glacier-new.html"&gt;January 18th, 2009: Fox Glacier, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-19th-2009-fox-glacier-new.html"&gt;January 19th, 2009: Fox Glacier, New Zealand to Lake Wanaka, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-20th-2009-wanaka-new-zealand.html"&gt;January 20th, 2009: Wanaka, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-21st-2009-wanaka-new-zealand-to.html"&gt;January 21st, 2009: Wanaka, New Zealand to Queenstown, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-22nd-2009-queenstown-new.html"&gt;January 22nd, 2009: Queenstown, New Zealand to Milford Sound, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-23rd-25th-2009-routeburn-track.html"&gt;January 23rd – 25th, 2009: Routeburn Track in Fiordland and Mt. Aspring National Parks, New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-26th-2009-queenstown-new.html"&gt;January 26th, 2009: Queenstown, New Zealand to Sydney, Australia&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/january-27th-2009-sydney-australia-to.html"&gt;January 27th, 2009: Sydney, Australia to San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-2434941566391051540?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/january-2009-new-zealand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-4480604079867848565</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T22:23:48.071-08:00</atom:updated><title>Travel Stories</title><description>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="584"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="582"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventuresofdaveandann.com" rel="lightbox"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 15px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="ADVODNA" border="0" alt="ADVODNA" align="left" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TravelStories_9FF9/WorldRoute_220.jpg" width="135" height="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://adventuresofdaveandann.com"&gt;November 2010 – The Honeymoon…&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;p&gt;A honeymoon drive from San Francisco through Mexico and Central America in our 2004 Nissan Xterra. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Check out the dedicated trip web site at &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresofdaveandann.com/"&gt;http://www.adventuresofdaveandann.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="582"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 20px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_1963" border="0" alt="IMG_1963" align="left" src="http://coydog.com/blog/TravelStories_9FF9/IMG_1963.jpg" width="102" height="180" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/janaury-7th-january-9th-2009-san.html"&gt;January 2009 - New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;p&gt;When Mom announced that she was taking a trip to New Zealand and did anyone want to go with her, we signed up on the spot. While we might not have booked the trip with a tour group like Wilderness Travel on our own, they did a great job hitting the highlights of the South Island.            &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/01/janaury-7th-january-9th-2009-san.html"&gt;Go to the first post&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/search/label/2009-01-09%20New%20Zealand%20and%20Australia?max-results=1"&gt;Index of all posts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-4480604079867848565?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/travel-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-2169020035985083902</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T14:24:13.147-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2006-07-13 Germany / Austria / Switzerland on a motorcycle</category><title>July 2006: Germany, Austria and Switzerland</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/08/germany-austria-and-switzerland-on.html"&gt;Germany, Austria and Switzerland on a motorcycle&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-13th-2006-leaving-san-francisco.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-13th-2006-leaving-san-francisco.html"&gt;July 13th, 2006: Leaving San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-14th-2006-arrival-in-munich.html"&gt;July 14th, 2006: Arrival in Munich, Germany&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-15th-2006-munich-germany.html"&gt;July 15th, 2006: Munich, Germany&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-16th-2006-munich-germany-to-imst.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-16th-2006-munich-germany-to-imst.html"&gt;July 16th, 2006: Munich, Germany to Imst, Austria&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-17th-2006-imst-austria-to.html"&gt;July 17th, 2006: Imst, Austria to Feldkirch, Austria&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-18th-2006-feldkirch-austria-to.html"&gt;July 18th, 2006: Feldkirch, Austria to Interlaken, Switzerland&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-19th-2006-interlaken-switzerland.html"&gt;July 19th, 2006: Interlaken, Switzerland - Lauterbrunnen and Grindewald&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-20th-2006-interlaken-switzerland.html"&gt;July 20th, 2006: Interlaken, Switzerland to Andermatt, Switzerland&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-21st-22nd-2006-andermatt.html"&gt;July 21st - 22nd, 2006: Andermatt, Switzerland to Locarno, Switzerland&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-23rd-2006-locarno-switzerland-to.html"&gt;July 23rd, 2006: Locarno, Switzerland to Zuoz, Switzerland&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-24th-2006-zuoz-switzerland-to.html"&gt;July 24th, 2006: Zuoz, Switzerland to Innsbruck, Austria&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-25th-2006-innsbruck-austria-to.html"&gt;July 25th, 2006: Innsbruck, Austria to Munich, Germany&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2006/07/july-26th-27th-2006-munich-germany-to.html"&gt;July 26th - 27th, 2006: Munich, Germany to Berlin, Germany (by train)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-2169020035985083902?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/july-2006-germany-austria-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-5098741458569672149</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T14:24:45.728-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-05-01 Ave of the Giants Motorcycle and 10K</category><title>May 2009: Ave of the Giants Dualsport Ride and a 10K</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/05/ave-of-giants-motorcycle-trip-plus-10k.html"&gt;Ave of the Giants Motorcycle Trip (plus a 10K!)&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/05/north-through-wine-country-to-clear.html"&gt;North through the Wine Country to Clear Lake&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/05/through-mendocino-national-forest-and.html"&gt;Through the Mendocino National Forest and North to the Redwoods&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/05/avenue-of-giants-race-and-south-down.html"&gt;Avenue of the Giants Race and South Down Highway 1&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/05/heading-home.html"&gt;Heading Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-5098741458569672149?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2010/03/may-2009-ave-of-giants-dualsport-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-341379357901316915</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2050 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-28T14:25:22.943-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 2009: Colorado and the TAT</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/11/heading-for-rockygrass-and-co-on.html"&gt;Heading for RockyGrass and CO on the motorcycles&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-1-pony-express-trail-well-sort-of.html"&gt;July 19th, 2009: Pony Express Trail (well, sort of) and Hwy 50 to Eureka, NV&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-2-on-actual-tat.html"&gt;July 20th, 2009 (Dave W): On the actual TAT&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-3-sawmill-canyon-spot-spot-and.html"&gt;July 21st, 2009: Sawmill Canyon, the SPOT spot, and Salina&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-4-stalling-resolution-and-great.html"&gt;July 22nd - 26th, 2009: Stalling resolution and great weekend at RockyGrass&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-8-lyons-to-buena-vista-via-rocky.html"&gt;July 27th, 2009 (Dave W): Lyons to Buena Vista via Rocky Mountain National Park&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-9-buena-vista-to-lake-city.html"&gt;July 28th, 2009: Buena Vista to Lake City&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-10-cinnamon-pass-to-telluride.html"&gt;July 29th, 2009: Cinnamon Pass to Telluride&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-11-telluride-to-manti-la-sal.html"&gt;July 30th, 2009 (Dave W): Telluride to Manti-La Sal&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-12-manti-lasal-into-moab-and-onion.html"&gt;July 31st, 2009: Manti-LaSal into Moab (and Onion Creek)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-13-white-rim-trail.html"&gt;August 1st, 2009 - White Rim Trail&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-14-moab-to-well-dave-z.html"&gt;August 2nd, 2009 (Dave Z): Moab to… well…&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-14-moab-to-green-river-dave-w.html"&gt;August 2nd, 2009 (Dave W): Moab to Green River&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-15-dave-w-green-river-train-tracks.html"&gt;August 3rd, 2009 (Dave W): Green River Train Tracks &amp;amp; Black Dragon Canyon...&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-16-dave-w-on-ride-to-salina.html"&gt;August 4th, 2009 (Dave W) - On the ride to Salina&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-15-16-dave-z-oh-no-stuck-in-grand.html"&gt;August 3rd - 4th, 2009 (Dave Z): Oh no, stuck in Grand Junction again...&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-17-dave-w-end-of-line.html"&gt;August 5th (Dave W): End of the line...&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-17-18-2-x-2-wheels-in-back-of-6.html"&gt;August 5th - 6th, 2009: 2 x 2 wheels in the back of 6&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/these-are-broken.html"&gt;These are broken...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-17-18-2-x-2-wheels-in-back-of-6.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-17-dave-w-end-of-line.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-15-16-dave-z-oh-no-stuck-in-grand.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-15-dave-w-green-river-train-tracks.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-13-white-rim-trail.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-341379357901316915?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-1648291568502451292</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:51:33.970-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>These are broken...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So the next morning, we got back in the UHaul to make our deliveries around town. First stop was the KTM dealer where we parked in the back alley, rolled up the door and wrestled the crushed orange down the ramp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the lead up to the trip, both of our service departments had worked on the bikes doing last minute updates (and in my case failing to diagnose my fuel pump issue) so they knew exactly what we were planning to do with them. Still, the look on their faces as the bikes rolled into their bays was priceless. Six months ago, two n00bs had walked through their front doors looking for adventure bikes and now those bikes were coming through the back door pretty well thrashed. Sand and bits of sage brush from Nevada, thick mud and rock dings from Colorado, and red dirt from Utah had created quite a respectable patina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next was the BMW dealer. Oddly enough, my service writer had called while we were in the UHaul limping home across Nevada. &amp;quot;Hey there, funny, you should call now,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Guess where I am? Well, I'm in a UHaul with my brand new bike in the back. No, not because of the stalling issue you guys couldn't figure out in the three weeks leading up to the trip - we resolved that out on the trip when, after a day in Salt Lake and three in Denver, we realized that you had never installed the fuel pump I'd asked you to install because it was backordered but didn't tell me. This time, it's because the clutch went out with less than 4,000 miles on the bike. Anyway, I'll be stopping by on Thursday with the bike and a new set of clutch plates. It'll need springs as well. See ya then.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was three weeks ago... We're both still waiting for our bikes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-1648291568502451292?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/these-are-broken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-5808410427807022820</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:50:49.449-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 5th - 6th, 2009 - 2 x 2 wheels in the back of 6</title><description>When I got the text from Dave, I was hunched over the bar, deep in a slurrred conversation with an equally guilty afternoon bar patron about touring the Pilsner Urquell brewery in the Czech Republic. When I saw what it said, I just stared at it for a while not really understanding what it meant. I mean, we had been separated for two days now, him pressing westward on the TAT and me making my way from Moab to GJ to play the dealer service waiting game. I was still hanging onto a strand of hope that I would get a call that afternoon from the dealer saying the final clutch spring I needed had been located and would be there in the morning and that I would be back on the road by noon. I took another drag from the IPA and let the realities absorb into the four that had preceeded it.   &lt;p&gt;5 minutes later, Dave called to say that his situation was looking grim. No KTM dealerships worth heading towards would be able to fix his bike by the end of the week, and he was starting to look into renting, buying or stealing a truck. At that moment, it clicked, forget this waiting. Within another 5 minutes, I had found a UHaul truck in GJ that had a ramp, could fit both bikes and was available. It was 4:00 and they closed at 5:00. The bartender at The Alehouse had warned me that there was only one cab company in GJ and the lack of competition meant you could expect to wait 40 minutes to get one. GoogleMaps on my iPhone said it was a 43 minute walk. Let's be honest, after my afternoon, sweating some hops out of my system might not be a bad idea. I set off into the Colorado heat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had called the dealership on the way and told them to put the bike back together and have it ready for me. Okay, they closed at 5:30. I was running across a four lane highway towards a UHaul truck as I read the text from Ann that said &amp;quot;Be careful.&amp;quot; I got there at 4:45 and was checked out by 5:00. By 5:28, I was at the dealer closing the rolling door on the back of the truck with the F800GS inside just as they were closing the rolling door on the service department. It'd been a quick transition from optimism to paralysis to progress, but after a good night's sleep (and a few Advil) back at my Motel 6, the F800GS and I would be headed west to rejoin Dave and the KTM for a final push home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ob17BGZeLwQjKtn97_2_jg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/So8uewPlmbI/AAAAAAAABZc/9IEah4qixsA/s800/IMG_4820.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Fillmore, we settled into a steady routine of filling the tank ($80+!) and switching drivers every four hours. I don't think there was much conversation about the plan. We'd drive the 17 hours or so straight. On the bikes, we'd planned to take 4 days to explore this stretch but in the UHaul, the iPhones were our only stimulation and the lure of home was hard to resist. After a short stop in Reno for some food in the Nugget restaurant and enough hands of blackjack for Dave to win his half of the cost of the truck, we pulled into San Francisco just after midnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-5808410427807022820?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-17-18-2-x-2-wheels-in-back-of-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/So8uewPlmbI/AAAAAAAABZc/9IEah4qixsA/s72-c/IMG_4820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-6297623661060671649</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:50:20.867-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 5th (Dave W): End of the line...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I stayed the night in Salina at the Friendly Inn and got an early start as my plan was to make it to Eureka in one day. That had been the next agreed upon meeting spot with Dave, and I was still hoping he'd get his clutch issues straightened out. I took a wrong turn somewhere on the way to Richfield and my GPS seemed to be acting up, because the trail I was on didn't match anything in particular, but I was on dirt and sort of on a trail, and generally headed towards Richfield, so I stayed on it. The weird thing was that my GPS told me I was crossing over a major highway in a couple of instances, where there was no highway within 1000 or more yards. I restarted my GPS once I made it to Richfield and all was fine after that. I had to stop to get some fresh lithium batteries for the SPOT. It turns out I hadn't been broadcasting my location for a while, and the folks back home were about to send in the Utah National Guard or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heading out of Richfield, I was immediately in Fishlake National Forest along the Paiute ATV trail. This was some seriously FUN riding. The trail was often burmed, with whoop-de-whoops and some nice scenery along the way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XlDetcoPig2_kamvJ3YFRA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnmSSmOGelI/AAAAAAAABNs/OiKMuQ-wGrk/s800/P8040401.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All was great. The weather was warm, but not yet hot, the dirt was packed, but not dusty. I was really enjoying myself and cruising along at a decent clip. It crossed my mind that Dave must really be bummed to be missing out on this, and that it would have been nice to have had him there to talk about the sweet jumps I was going off. My mind began to drift to all of the mechanical issues he had been having, and just how reliable my bike had been throughout the entire trip. I was in the midst of my own, personal KTM is awesome moment, when suddenly and without warning, my rear wheel completely seized up... I must have skid/slid close to 100 feet or so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/agTHB7vqa3p58kHX24zceQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnmSQnOAnfI/AAAAAAAABNo/7JffmryoU7Q/s800/P8040413.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OfMtQhzc5IoDCf07BMrS7A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnmSUoIP5KI/AAAAAAAABNw/ogpxnwxX9AI/s800/P8040403.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I managed to keep the bike up and come to a stop. My first thought was that something, somehow got wedged such that it forced the rear brakes closed, but the weird thing was that my clutch lever simultaneously went all spongy on me. My 1990 BMW K75s' master cylinder once failed, which froze the brakes, but that wouldn't explain the clutch. I tried to wash some of the dirt of the rear pads, to make sure there was clearance, which there was. It wasn't until I took off the sprocket cover that I realized what had happened...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Nkc73RyUiy4q7jd85bYt3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnmSO5FDkoI/AAAAAAAABNk/IgIK664I8q0/s800/P8040412.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow, the chain-slider had come loose, or failed, and got sucked between the chain and the sprocket. You'll also notice that this forced the chain outward, which pushed the chain into the clutch slave cylinder. Game over. This was the end of the line. While I've pulled off many a MacGyver in my day, there was no way to jimmy-rig a fix for this. I was 12 miles from Kanosh and hadn't seen anybody in a good hour or two...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I packed up all of my water, trail-mix, my gps (marking my bike) and the SPOT and started the long walk to Kanosh. By now it was getting close to noon and it was heating up. I had given my running shoes to a friend to drive home after the music festival, so footwear-wise, my options were flip-flops or motorcycle boots. I opted for the boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in decent, not great shape. I struggled through a half-marathon back in May, and knew I'd be able to hike my way to help, but after about 6 or 7 miles, my feet were blistered and the mid-day Utah sun was beating down. I was really, really ready for help, and just then, I saw a couple of US Forest Rangers about to get into their trucks. I told them my situation, and they were able to give me a lift to Kanosh, and actually recommended a little shop in Fillmore that might be of more help. Fillmore is a thriving metropolis next to Kanosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once in Fillmore, I text'ed Dave that I was broke down, and we might need to look into bike transportation to get us both back to SF in time for our friends' wedding. Meanwhile, a local mechanic named Dwight took me back into Fishlake National Forest in his 70s Blazer with a trailer to rescue my bike. We had to cut the chain in order to free up the rear wheel to be able to move the bike and get it on his trailer. Dwight was a good dude. I'm not sure how I could have gotten my bike out of there without his help. I settled in for the night at the Best Western knowing Dave would be there in the morning...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-6297623661060671649?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-17-dave-w-end-of-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnmSSmOGelI/AAAAAAAABNs/OiKMuQ-wGrk/s72-c/P8040401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-4653156605592920668</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:49:19.708-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 4th, 2009 (Dave W) - On the ride to Salina</title><description>Continuing on from the Black Dragon Canyon area, the terrain slowly transformed from a Martian landscape to more the backdrop for High Plains Drifter. Less red, more gray, less dirt, more gravel and shrubbrush. During a couple of spots along the TAT in both Colorado and Utah, there were some washes/ creekbeds that looked as though they were God's own toothpaste basin. I couldn't tell if it was some sort of mining pollution, or just a natural occurance. My guess was the former, but I ain't no high-falutin' Fluvial Geomorphologist with leather elbow patches.  &lt;p&gt;This picture didn't totally capture the toothpastiness of it all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lVOvu1W1q1a8Aw9GhwuRGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4ZMD757I/AAAAAAAABKg/J8g-ZkXJPVw/s800/P8030379.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cruising solo was fun, as I could go at my own pace, but it also sort of sucked, because my solo pace was usually a bit on the safer side of fast. Not seeing anybody for an hour or more in each direction meant I was truly on my own if something went wrong. I did have the SPOT, just in case. Being alone also meant that I had to stop and take pictures for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gY8zNn3IeReKsqecNT1uZw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4aJI_hTI/AAAAAAAABKk/U6RuLje6foA/s800/P8030382.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After seeing other peoples ride reports and various pictures of the very spots I was riding, there was often a sense of dejavu all over again. Somebody had mentioned the giant rat turds in a previous thread, and that captured the essence of these constipative droppings. I couldn't help but scan the horizon for a 200 ft rodent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Wv6IyvuYhMxASFmS_U-2Pw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4bEslf0I/AAAAAAAABKo/WBiZwqCOYss/s800/P8030387.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had been hoping for more sweet, sweet water crossings on this voyage, but some over-zealous civil engineer ruined another refreshing splash...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wpz24vEGDVmSOdUbtiYxFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4dadyNjI/AAAAAAAABKw/ou9ENLafTZw/s800/P8030388.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps I was a bit dehydrated, but I really thought I was going to see a scrawny old prospector emerging from this shack. Turns out there wasn't even a mine within, but just a little shady shelter for cows and their keepers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fg6aN_JvJ0MKuOTcQ63XVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4e6caUcI/AAAAAAAABK0/PVc3L9cRHZg/s800/P8030394.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the next while, on the way to Salina along 70, there were several underpasses weaving the trail north and south of the interstate. I took a picture each time, but they all pretty much looked just like this, plus or minus some rural graffiti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xU9jJWsMDd4X1PnPDQqk_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4hQTvgRI/AAAAAAAABK8/bybvKnaai9k/s800/P8030396.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having seen pictures of this tunnel in other TAT threads, it was yet another &amp;quot;this is all too familiar&amp;quot; moment. It turns out that I70 is like 20 feet to my right, so it doesn't have quite as much of the 1910's old-timey charm I had been anticipating. Never-the-less, it was pretty cool to ride through and it sure made my bike sound good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bVXsUqwFF6XuiwRaySth5A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4ibuSywI/AAAAAAAABLE/cMempYZAY_g/s800/P8030399.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-4653156605592920668?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-16-dave-w-on-ride-to-salina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4ZMD757I/AAAAAAAABKg/J8g-ZkXJPVw/s72-c/P8030379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-6637669061729188029</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 20:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:48:45.768-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 3rd - 4th, 2009 (Dave Z): Oh no, stuck in Grand Junction again...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When I read the first line of Dave's last post, I was sure it said &amp;quot;With Dave back in Moab, and in the BMW Service limo&amp;quot; instead of &amp;quot;limbo.&amp;quot; Good stuff. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I was in limbo alright. I rode with my new best friend, Ray, 2 hours to Grand Junction with the F800GS in tow. We arrived at the combo Harley/BMW dealership (huh?) and I took my place in line behind 5 or 6 hog riders whining about a slight drag on a brake pad and rattles from a hard bag and which new loud as F exhaust to install while I patiently waited to determine the fate of my trip. Turns out the BMW tech was not in on Mondays but after some begging on my part would stop in sometime that day to have a look. While I was appreciative, I felt the need to remind them (now that I seemed to know more about the operation of a BMW Motorrad service center than they did) that I was VOR (vehicle off road) and they would need to order the part by 2 pm if it was to be overnighted. I called at 1:45 to learn that the tech had evaluated the bike and determined I needed new clutch plates which were on the way. With that, I let Dave know that it'd be Tuesday at the earliest before I could catch up with him and found a cheap Motel 6 where I settled in for a Shark Week marathon on Discovery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up the next morning optimistic. I gave the dealership until 11 to wade through the Big Dogs and Road Kings and Astro Glides &lt;img title="Wink" border="0" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/advrider/mwink.gif" /&gt; before calling for an update. Seems our generous tech had indeed come by the shop the day before but had only started the bike up rather than taking anything apart and just guessed on the plates. Now that he had it open, it was clear that it needed new springs as well. Might I mention that we need to order those before 2 pm if there's any chance of getting them by WEDS! With Friday morning as a drop dead deadline for getting home in time for a good friend's wedding that evening, that was going to be tight. Doable in two days if I stuck to 70 and 80 (and rode 90!), but still tight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized I couldn't spend another day holed up in the Motel 6 and started looking for a way out of town for the night. Harley dealer rental bikes - all rented for Sturgis Bike Week. Other bike rental places - dirt bikes and ATV's only. Airport rental cars - all out. Rental cars around town - all out. Okay, staying in GJ it appears. A few web searches and I saw a link for a place called &amp;quot;The Alehouse&amp;quot; somewhere between the motel and downtown. Now that sounded like a place I could spend a couple hours. How far could downtown be? I walked about a mile before seeing this sign... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7EliyBu0TzUjb3L6NC8OyA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoRBW3ZYicI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gr417mAF0KA/s800/IMG_4812.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soaked through my t-shirt and with my tank bag hung over my shoulder with a bungee, I walked into The Alehouse and began sampling &lt;img title="Slurp" border="0" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/advrider/drink.gif" /&gt;. Three STRONG microbrews in I heard from the dealership that they'd located 5 of the 6 clutch springs they needed and were looking for one more. With one spring standing between me getting home in time for this wedding, I started looking into flights as a backup. Having found a flight that would be my last resort, I weaved out of The Alehouse and continued my forced march towards &amp;quot;downtown.&amp;quot; But in my highly suggestible state, I was easily distracted... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NFpu8VxZY-GLB9tgaWaEaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoRBafTTStI/AAAAAAAABSM/LN8cD1s45VE/s800/IMG_4816.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two IPA's later I got a text and then a call from Dave...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-6637669061729188029?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-15-16-dave-z-oh-no-stuck-in-grand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoRBW3ZYicI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gr417mAF0KA/s72-c/IMG_4812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-8876470461766697682</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:47:31.859-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 3rd, 2009 (Dave W): Green River Train Tracks &amp; Black Dragon Canyon...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;With Dave back in Moab, and in BMW Service limbo, I decided I may as well continue on westward with a new location along the TAT to regroup. We decided that either Salina, UT or more likely Eureka, NV would be the next possible spots to meet up. I packed up and headed out with plenty of water and trail-mix squirreled away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition to having had Ann around to take a lot of pictures, because I was generally following them for both mechanical and safety reasons, most of the navigation issues weren't my concern. I would just follow along, or hear over the scala that I had missed a turn somewhere. Now that I was on my own, and wasn't in the habit of checking my tracks, it was easy for me to drift off course. Heading out of Green River, I somehow ended up on the north side of the train tracks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't as though I was the first motorcycle to ride this way. Perhaps other TAT riders did too, and there were certainly enough tracks in the dirt/sand/clay to make it seem like I was on course. I figured that at some point there'd be a spot to cross underneath the tracks, or maybe a railroad crossing in a trail, but as the trail veered south in my GPS, there was no logical place to get across the tracks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being relatively new to dirtbikes, and having not been around many train tracks before, I thought that it was probably just a simple matter of riding over the tracks, and heading south towards the frontage road along Highway 70. It didn't really dawn on me that I might be acting like a complete idiot, nor had I ever thought of myself as a Darwin Award nominee before. Basically, after looking in each direction along the curved track for a train, and not seeing any, I gunned the throttle and tried to muscle my way across the first rail. Not a problem. I went up the embankment with ease. My front tire was over the rail like a mere speedbump, but I soon realized the loose, light gravel that the raised tracks rested on were not holding my rear tire, I let off the throttle. At this point, my bike was half way across the first rail -- but I was still confident I was doing the right thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After taking another look left and right for oncoming trains, I calmly gave the bike some gas and only dug my rear wheel deeper into the rocks, which were really light -- almost volcanic. It only took a moment to realize that I wasn't really going anywhere because my skidplate was firmly resting on the rail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH CRAP! My calm, not a problem, this is a piece of cake, easy going attitude was quickly turned into thoughts of being swept away by a freight train. A quick glance left and right showed no trains, but trying to rock my bike backwards off the tracks did absolutely nothing. It barely budged. I was in trouble, and although it was probably going to be hours before the next train, I had convinced myself there was one speeding towards me just around the bend. I got off my bike, which wouldn't fall over as it was fully resting on the skidplate, and started to frantically dig around the rear tire to clear out the volcanic rocks/gravel. It was nearly all the way up to my chain at this point. I was kicking up a rooster tail of gravel, but with my hands. After some of the rocks were cleared, I was able to rock the bike a little bit now, but it was just barely budging. I dug more rocks out of the way, until I could get the wheel to spin freely. Using all of my stength, I was finally able to roll the bike up and off the rail and after several more tries was able to get the front wheel back over the rail. The whole process probably only took about 5 minutes, but if felt like 5 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still pissed at myself for not getting a picture of my bike resting there. It did cross my mind that I would step back and calmly take video if a train were to come, but apparently there wasn't time for a photo with the imaginary train barreling down the tracks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ended up retracing my tracks back east towards Green River, until there was a legitimate undercrossing. I'm glad I scouted and opted not to cut through a drainage path, as that would have really gotten me into a predicament. After about a 45 minute or so detour, I was back on track...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6juBgIAPiBPBarIiyOX_Uw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4R1vdEMI/AAAAAAAABKM/WUIKirTi6-s/s800/P8030372.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was coming up on Black Dragon Canyon/Wash, which is always mentioned in just about every TAT report I've seen. It was pretty cool to be approaching it live, in person...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NNs6qJGq0xuUMMmxk-DKHQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4TlG7z_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/TzlYqX7bSjE/s800/P8030375.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The canyon itself was full of loose rocks and sand as you might expect from a wash, and the trail was sometimes in the dry creekbed and sometimes not. I found myself looking up at the ridge a lot for some sort of ambush from above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yM4psg_FcJnmBcotRvyDOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4VC3dAxI/AAAAAAAABKU/HovC6gv9lI4/s800/P8030376.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently somebody had some issues right about here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TH-KMJcuZCgxla0SHERkqg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4WiaF5pI/AAAAAAAABKY/SRTtawsydIk/s800/P8030377.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming out of the canyon, I definitely had a moment that I was on my way back home, rather than in the midst of a 3 week vacation...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PvAru9odTagNef3mFpW1KQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4XwtwUKI/AAAAAAAABKc/kCoDZHWcg-I/s800/P8030378.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-8876470461766697682?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-15-dave-w-green-river-train-tracks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4R1vdEMI/AAAAAAAABKM/WUIKirTi6-s/s72-c/P8030372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-582443300962781530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:46:47.295-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 2nd, 2009 (Dave Z): Moab to… well…</title><description>&lt;p&gt;After leaving Dave and taking a perpendicular out to 191, the clutch on the F800GS was getting worse and worse. My thought was that if I could get it up to speed slowly and carefully, I would have enough friction to keep the bike moving and could get to somewhere with cell connection where I could see what the folks in &amp;quot;Beasts&amp;quot; thought about my predicament. Losing about 10 mph every 5 miles of the 20 mile ride up to I-70, I literally coasted into World Famous Papa Joe's Stop &amp;amp; Go in Crescent Junction, where 191 runs into I-70. Still trying to be optimistic, I parked the bike in the shade, got a snack and a drink and settled into a comfy patio chair with 3G coverage where I could post &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=492012"&gt;Help! F800GS clutch slipping - stuck near Green River, UT&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SbTVgEzpukBlo3-aeCM8sg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoCw4E2vsqI/AAAAAAAABQc/cWRZTaCvKsQ/s800/IMG_4817.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around that time, I heard from Dave who had made it to Green River via the TAT and was waiting at the Motel 6 we'd agreed upon with the help of the Zumo. I was telling him that I was still evaluating the situation when Ann called to say that her flight had been cancelled out of Moab and they were figuring out whether they'd put her up in Moab for the night or try to get her to Grand Junction. The three of us settled in to see how the chips would fall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Within 20 minutes, the good inmates of ADV started responding and helping me think through some possibilities. I also ran into a guy on a K1200 who turned out to be a motorcycle mechanic. He mentioned that the clutch springs can tend to stretch and fatigue under extreme heat and that was his guess. So they'd recover after some time in the shade right? No. I hopped on the bike just in case. Now, I could let the clutch completely out in first gear and while it would pull a little, it wouldn't stall. Bad sign. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to make use of my BMW roadside assistance which despite being comically uninformed about my VIN, motorcycles in general, and the name of the &amp;quot;town&amp;quot; that seemed to made up wholly of Papa Joes, managed to put me in touch with a guy named Ray who would be out with a trailer shortly. We confirmed that BMW would cover getting the bike to the nearest dealer in Grand Junction but since they were closed on Sunday, that it would have to be stored in Moab and brought up there in the morning. When Ann called to say the airline was paying for a night in a motel in Moab, the plan came together and I hitched a ride with Ray and the bike into town. Dave would continue west on the TAT and I'd try to catch back up with him on I-70 from Grand Junction once the bike was fixed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O2qRw3KWv1Z8OOp9UgNltw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoC3lHmx9II/AAAAAAAABQg/Pti7h-5sSgM/s800/IMG_0635.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ray turned out to be a very interesting guy. We talked about our trip, his recoveries of flash flood ravaged jeeps down Kane Creek, pole barns, hot rods and who knows what else before he dropped me in front of the Moab Valley Inn and we agreed on a 7:00 am departure for Grand Junction. Within minutes Ann and I were crossing the street to the Moab Brewing Company for some beers and dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as we walked in, we recognized the group in front of us as the French tourists in the Toyotas who'd let Ann soak up their AC in the final miles of the WRT. With an exclamation of something like &amp;quot;Se vive!&amp;quot; we knew they were happy to see she made it. Turns out they'd decided to turn around when the road got ugly as we'd warned them it would. After Ann and I had downed the beer sampler platter and a pint each of our favorite, we decided to send a bottle of wine over to the French group's table with a Moab Valley Brewing Company bandana tied around it. Hey, we owed them a replacement for the bandana the one guy had given to Ann. We watched the waiter walk with it towards the table, then suddenly turn and put it down on the table next to them who were very excited by the unexpected gift and proceeded to tie the bandana around the father's head and generally make merry with our wine! When we explained to the waiters that they'd brought it to the wrong table, they were horrified and apologetic. We took matters into our own hands, arranging to cover the three pitchers of beer they'd ordered and hand-delivering another bandana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://www.themoabbrewery.com/logos/Bandana.jpg" width="400" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were so surprised and thankful and insisted on taking about 100 pictures with us. As we walked away they were each posing for more pictures with the bandana. They'd really helped us be more comfortable on the trail and it felt good to see them so happy. 'Course, by then we were feeling pretty loose, having been nervously sipping on pints while this whole thing was going down. We crashed after a long day in limbo, anxious to see what the next day would bring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-582443300962781530?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-14-moab-to-well-dave-z.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoCw4E2vsqI/AAAAAAAABQc/cWRZTaCvKsQ/s72-c/IMG_4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-6914213304243839834</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:44:16.117-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 2nd, 2009 (Dave W): Moab to Green River</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally posted by Dave W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the White Rim Trail, the pool back at Slickrock Campground in Moab was fully refreshing. Dave &amp;amp; Ann ended up getting a hotel for the night, I stayed at the campground, and we planned to meet for breakfast at the place in Moab along main street that only serves breakfast. It was okay, not great. After that, we said our good-byes to Ann and left her at a cafe to catch a cab to the local airport in a couple of hours for her scheduled flight (more on that later).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave and I fueled up and saw a couple of guys at the gas station with a 990 Adventure and some other bikes in a trailer. They asked us about the WRT on big bikes and we said, &amp;quot;DO IT!&amp;quot; Hopefully they had a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without Ann riding pillion anymore, we lost our full-time photographer. We sort of spaced on taking pictures for a bit. In the meantime, we had a minor routing issue. Heading out of town on 191, our tracks (manually translated from Sam's maps and put into our GPS's) had us what looked to be cutting off the highway, and then what looked to be under the freeway and under/over some train tracks. After trying to go through a little bicycle tunnel and down a trail along some powerlines to a dead-end, we found our way back on the TAT. The signs led toward Gemini Bridges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave was cruising along at a quicker pace now that he didn't have to worry about his passenger anymore, and we were making good time. Good time, that is, until we came to a decently aggressive ascent with some seriously fine, dry sand...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DtRsrgitwvd-EcT2xrJ0PQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoBnFRbQtqI/AAAAAAAABP8/dPMowWq1N3k/s800/IMG_4808.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave was in front and ended up losing his momentum at about 30 or 40 feet. I gave it a shot, and after losing my momentum at about 80 feet, was able to get it going again and made it to the top. This was definitely one of the more difficult sections we had seen. Had the sand/powder not been so fine/dry/deep, it wouldn't have been bad at all, but it was squirrely, steep and already fully chewed up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dRCRcU-O3iHYIqm_0voOTQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoBnKHkgQZI/AAAAAAAABQA/iBDfV81p0NE/s800/IMG_4811.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After making it to the top, I hiked back down to help Dave. He was in a fully rutted, deep sand pool, and was having difficulty getting traction to go up or back down. We managed to get the bike towards the left side, which was seemingly less tracked out, but it still took some serious revving to get the bike moving. After 15 minutes or so, he managed to get some grab in the right spot, and squirreled his way up the hill. I hiked back up with his topcase and helmet in hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shortly thereafter he noticed his clutch was not grabbing like it had been. Thinking it might just be over-heated, we cruised along at a brisk pace to get some airflow across the bike, and as the clutch started to slip all over the place, we went back to the old routine when the fuel-pump was acting up and found some shade to let everything cool down a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After letting the bike cool for 45 minutes or so, we thought it best for him to continue on to Green River via highways, and for me to take the SPOT and some of his water and continue along the TAT to Green River. We'd sync up in Green River that evening, and wishfully think the clutch would heal itself along the way.   &lt;br /&gt;I set off towards Green River, and if I felt isolated and remote before, I felt even more so now. I took a slightly slower pace with a little more caution as I was on my own if anything went wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r_CDJ6Ki7JjYeGJL7ppSmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Snd4Qnn2I2I/AAAAAAAABKI/16hV8tyHUkU/s800/P8020371.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once in Green River, I was a bit surprised to not see Dave, but to actually find decent cell service. I gave him a call, and he actually answered. What luck! Cell service is a rare commodity along the TAT. He explained he had made it to the intersection of 191 and 70/50/6?, but that the clutch hadn't improved and had only become worse... &lt;img title="Eek" border="0" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/advrider/eekers.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-6914213304243839834?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-14-moab-to-green-river-dave-w.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SoBnFRbQtqI/AAAAAAAABP8/dPMowWq1N3k/s72-c/IMG_4808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-9162279044499535402</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:41:38.576-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>August 1st, 2009 - White Rim Trail</title><description>It says right there on the bag that Maverick is &amp;quot;Adventure's First Stop&amp;quot; so after some McMuffin's, coffee and stocking up on Cliff Bars, trail mix, and Gatorade, by 7 am we were headed out to tackle the White Rim Trail.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mqjYmjm5B3DnBq-bI1sMVA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUp7lCratI/AAAAAAAAA-k/VQUJFMOdICM/s800/IMG_4658.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8qOWCK7JYLBUMqVi5zhKFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqBZX-OsI/AAAAAAAAA-o/HK2t-MORj-s/s800/IMG_4661.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We used the Wells book to find the counter-clockwise starting point at Mineral Bottom Road which leads to Horsethief Trail. Only a total idiot would confuse this with Mineral Bottom Trail that leads to Horsethief Camp. Fortunately, this morning, we did not fall into this category. The road was fast but deeply rutted from what looked like recent rains. At 55 mph, if you lost concentration for a sec, it was easy to find yourself bumping along for a quarter mile in one of these ruts until you could find an opportunity to hop out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hg3tWxyGtEEr7lxx3pnQPA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqDZKji_I/AAAAAAAAA-w/yrgAq9OmGek/s800/IMG_4672.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'd heard a lot about the switchbacks on either side of the trail. &amp;quot;Hit them early in the day when you're fresh&amp;quot; etc. Didn't really seem to make any difference since there were steep switchbacks on both ends of the trail and compared to the loose grapefruits coming down from California or Ophir, these were cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rPMBMdLz50M_Rer01azSBw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqFFbJlYI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1Cbdvvz35TI/s800/IMG_4674.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PE_7SiIXCFgDy1CspSrFUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqGYgWGEI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lokqX5Bo6z0/s800/IMG_4677.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XxHN0yjjq6hDogdnU8PiFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqHqBZVKI/AAAAAAAAA-8/v2CszfYyQ2Y/s800/IMG_4678.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once at the bottom, we generally skirted the left side of the canyon, at times climbing on trails rising up on the steep, red rock walls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FciQ5uiI07MZhpB-C3bVrw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqI_sC7yI/AAAAAAAAA_A/An8HT71X2KA/s800/IMG_4680.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z69uhByF1Xk_OSyjM_9wDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqTu1T_tI/AAAAAAAAA_c/qYJy3rrQDDk/s800/IMG_4708.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We followed a little side trail that was on the GPS track we'd downloaded somewhere and found the first of many lonely bathrooms scattered along the route. Here Ann is either signifying that this is the first of the day's bathroom stops or indicating which number she did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/alGgqw9r5pF1xZszvJlZBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqSgY_vrI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Q-1Q2ijBuNU/s800/IMG_4699.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too long after, we encountered the first obstacles of our counter-clockwise route. The first was some deep sand running for maybe 100 yards ending with a turn up to the left. The Orange Crush crew will be disappointed to hear that I didn't drop the F800GS in the sand but definitely had to paddle a few sections to get myself and pillion through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next section was the climb up Hardscrabble Hill. Ann and I had been feeling pretty confident riding rough trail with both of us standing and didn't even hesitate as the incline increased and small steps started to appear. But then they kept coming... We communicated over the Scala the whole way with me mostly trying to infuse confidence into statements like &amp;quot;Okay, big bump coming up. We got this?&amp;quot; After a sunny stretch along the canyon wall, the trail turned left into the shade and I think we both let out an &amp;quot;Oh $H!T!&amp;quot; when we saw a jumble of rock shelves and small boulders across the width of the track. We kept our momentum, stayed flexible in the knees, and pretty much just hung on as the big bike bounced up and over the whole mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitely one of the more exciting 2up experiences and all caught on the helmet cam. Something must be wrong with the difficulty detection meter tho because, of course, on the video, it really doesn't look that steep or challenging... There's some &amp;quot;chase bike&amp;quot; video too that might look more impressive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0fedd0cd-cf69-4164-81a3-9956b59a04a7" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="ecca3ec6-3189-46d9-a666-72d7503de298" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kpg19jCTSuk&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4tBgXYsi3OA/SxCwB6xfGZI/AAAAAAAAIkg/95K9x6XZUhA/videoc049f582f437%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('ecca3ec6-3189-46d9-a666-72d7503de298'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Kpg19jCTSuk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Kpg19jCTSuk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other side of Hardscrabble Hill was a challenging descent. The step itself was probably about similar to the ones we'd encountered on the way up but the precipitous drop on the right side was enough to make us decide that I'd attempt it without Ann on the back. Even still, I managed to psych myself out enough that instead of following the smoother (but MUCH closer to the edge) route I'd be planning, the bike's self-preservation instincts headed closer to the wall through loose baby heads towards the 18 inch drop I'd wanted to avoid. At that point, I panicked, dabbed my rear brake foot (rookie!), and ultimately dropped the big beemer which then received a swift kick to its saddle for its insubordination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DNH_fZ7iUWHS8nKsWD1rxA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqiBwwSoI/AAAAAAAAA_0/T6NtyLipb34/s800/IMG_4726.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This guy had an easier time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Q6oE5NvhS2ZjRv4H0xnhBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqfJ-Bn3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/KATg1Q_kqfE/s800/IMG_4723.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As did Ann happily waiting at the bottom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Z_y0lNEnY9YYC3dy_ws8lQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqjiJ4uUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/y3nqDEOe5Co/s800/IMG_7097.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon after, we hiked up to some shade for a lunch break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0u7FyVgKe5lbdsQBVzZ40g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqoRbNDZI/AAAAAAAABAE/9oomQ3eh_bo/s800/IMG_4749.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5C6aMW1CHb1wT-Sb3bYgxw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqp1PHorI/AAAAAAAABAI/LAP3-TTRdhI/s800/IMG_4762.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/chLfSX7AlAqb8VpuEJ-PAA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqryJ9ZYI/AAAAAAAABAM/QPN98yS6nlI/s800/IMG_4764.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time, the sun was rising to the center of the sky and the temps were rising. Ann, blocked from the airflow behind me and wearing a black pressure suit was beginning to really feel the heat. We were just about 50 miles in, halfway, and had at least three or four more hours to go. Dave and I were feeling good so we pressed on with frequent shade stops and making sure Ann had as much water as she could drink. Our increasingly frequent bathrooms stops made us confident she was staying hydrated.    &lt;br /&gt;We pressed on through more amazing scenery with cliffs of equal scale climbing above us and dropping below us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/906u0YoDlL-rJha-X634MA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUqtjlA-_I/AAAAAAAABAU/W7qihP7KLr0/s800/IMG_7098.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wDJvypd372dv2vLlTfy_9w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnXb5YnrxzI/AAAAAAAABGY/w72XZQ29wu4/s800/P8010325.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vleJB_zgoKFJqa6e0tpOlg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnXb7j9ESBI/AAAAAAAABGc/1wJJYcVZaWw/s800/P8010328.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0gjqFeOKOPi15XkAdt__3Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUq3Tn1NEI/AAAAAAAABAs/F1QF355XVUY/s800/IMG_4790.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next challenge we'd read about was Murphy Hogback. I had been quoted (while sitting comfortably on my couch) as saying that it really didn't look that bad from the pictures. Prepared to eat my words, I warned Ann, kept our speed up and just charged it. The F800GS threw us up and over with little fanfare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:bb52af0e-c663-4a0a-80ce-f0bfe650522b" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="2df407e9-6ca9-4b20-9f8a-bee5913c604b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSR0AdwRdIw&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4tBgXYsi3OA/SxCwDJKLQgI/AAAAAAAAIkk/NAjMDN-UxjQ/video2c8d6012e8c2%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2df407e9-6ca9-4b20-9f8a-bee5913c604b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/QSR0AdwRdIw&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/QSR0AdwRdIw&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Dave made it look like nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:ab537f40-3339-49e9-95d1-49174d8985c2" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="ee9cfdf3-658f-4bad-aed6-e0f21571b30f" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yA12_yiq8Mk&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4tBgXYsi3OA/SxCwEmvDj-I/AAAAAAAAIko/RtjcoyW_hjs/video62ca9e93dae6%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('ee9cfdf3-658f-4bad-aed6-e0f21571b30f'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/yA12_yiq8Mk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/yA12_yiq8Mk&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BdRSIllrleNxm7cUvh5JNQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUq7MEjzTI/AAAAAAAABA0/d4QimV3cVBA/s800/IMG_4796.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gttZMaZSIxOwUeWgWKyUSQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUq5MmoofI/AAAAAAAABAw/dHZZUu2nBfI/s800/IMG_4794.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G6qoXqyUGlHDpL0Cw6TWcg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUq85789HI/AAAAAAAABA4/i4LlVzRMY9g/s800/IMG_4799.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the trail was a bit more of a slog, possibly just because we knew the obstacles were behind us and Ann was still running hot. We just kept pressing on and finding shade when we could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bkCiuXf8uAu7ouOOKE1HWg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnXcKvaDbgI/AAAAAAAABG4/JWKWrvC9LfY/s800/P8010356.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least the view was nice during our stops. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9hj0c4Qdx5e8gzFh4hJo5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUq-Baza-I/AAAAAAAABA8/T8UYtrFtYu4/s800/IMG_4801.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aaMfHgZ1GhzyG62aNPMPJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnXcQeeBRGI/AAAAAAAABHE/yHVlitCjt7I/s800/P8010362.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 8 miles before the final switchbacks, we came across two brand new rented Toyotas (a Highlander and a RAV4) filled with 8 or 10 French tourists. We stopped and talked to them about the trail, giving Ann as much time as we could sitting in the driver's seat with the AC cranked. They had been told by a ranger that the trail would be no problem and planned to camp one night along the way. Thinking back Hardscrabble and Murphy Hogback, we told them we weren't so sure about that. In the end, one of the French guys gave Ann his bandana soaked with cool water and we set off in different directions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YcRhyqEQnve2kqb0bFmDsA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUq_zaRo6I/AAAAAAAABBA/0cl-AtDdOhw/s800/IMG_4805.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just at the base of the final switchbacks, we caught up with another family of French tourists who willingly allowed Ann to ride final 30 minutes or so in the back of an air-conditioned rental car instead of the back of a tight, bumpy, dusty and HOT F800GS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ahmV9ZiQGdC20K324mdCYA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUrBJa4iyI/AAAAAAAABBE/XV10Fl7MlLA/s800/IMG_4807.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though they were tempted to keep her, we negotiated her release at the top and revved the big bikes up to 90 as we sped towards the campground pool and a welcome dip. It was a long day on the WRT with all of our shade stops but quite doable on the big bikes and with a willing passenger. Of course, we were pretty well warmed up after two weeks on the trail, but the two main obstacles could be walked by a passenger if necessary. The usual WRT warnings apply - bring lots of water and enough food and supplies to crawl under a rock and wait out the sun if you need to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a tough day for Ann, but looking over my shoulder as I was reviewing the pictures to write this, she just said, &amp;quot;We should go back and do that again in October.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-9162279044499535402?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-13-white-rim-trail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUp7lCratI/AAAAAAAAA-k/VQUJFMOdICM/s72-c/IMG_4658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-3878099918070211502</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:40:06.890-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 31st, 2009 - Manti-LaSal into Moab (and Onion Creek)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As Dave said, the views from the Manti-La Sal Forest more than made up for the long day and some of the loosest and rockiest riding. It may have been my confidence slipping or considering myself lucky that thus far I had only slightly bruised my passenger in the &amp;quot;3 foot deep if it was a foot&amp;quot; mud bog incident, but a few sections in the Manti-La Sal were the only places so far that I suggested Ann get off the bike and let me tackle them solo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some video of the mud leading up to our somewhat dramatic dump. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:35012d21-646f-48f3-bc37-07df7801b1a2" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="445dec8f-138a-408d-9b2f-273eb72c461b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeG3JJwIwKU&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/Day12MantiLaSalintoMoabandOnionCreek_12677/video4411a429f89a.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('445dec8f-138a-408d-9b2f-273eb72c461b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SeG3JJwIwKU&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/SeG3JJwIwKU&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the views that rewarded us for our efforts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/h9lTIENPK5VrMYnrhFMTUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUogV4vPfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/agk7jE6y6h4/s800/IMG_4468.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qQpGciRn72G6awtFZhV-hA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUoeJZMr4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/-o4tdTR9etk/s800/IMG_4465.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hsgGRDeFU21Hl8FmRC-XPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUoiGD4deI/AAAAAAAAA8o/t17dJfH9Ak4/s800/IMG_4471.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning, we bumped and revved the bikes back up to the main road only to find that the random offshoot we'd followed the night before while looking for a camp site was in fact the TAT track. We'd pretty much camped right in the middle of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SzMw00dldtbOx7J2TioJag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnOz3zrtAuI/AAAAAAAAA3o/cs-e29V_f-U/s800/P7310311.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wound down towards Moab on a combination of dirt and narrow pavement, passing such landmarks as the rubber-marked Slickrock area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gejdoxedfpWl84KF_yLorQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUo2elY6NI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Dzz83fhwz6w/s800/IMG_4534.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kWOAWuQFaTP2_J1AQ6wU0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnOzyNswy4I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Cd3Q5mQm4Co/s800/P7310312.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Rg4MI_g-US1porOxRAaaYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUpG4Sb6dI/AAAAAAAAA9g/-k3hwVkW-2o/s800/IMG_7048.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once in Moab, we surveyed the options on mainstreet and settled on the Slickrock Campground at the north end of town (not in the Slickrock area). We were planning to wake up early the next day and do the White Rim Trail and weren't really sure where would be best to camp. In the end, the friendliness of the woman behind the counter, her stories about dirt biking all around the area, and her offer to loan us the Wells Moab 4wd trails book (plus the swimming pool and wireless!), convinced us to stay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zg2gXUEAlrh6osXw-uM8Vw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUpKWlX22I/AAAAAAAAA9k/FgxCHa6-xYk/s800/IMG_7077.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PnTi4UKBhZMKDsaFDdJ24g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUpR7SCr1I/AAAAAAAAA9s/SKOwUZ2ur4o/s800/IMG_4573.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting settled, we grabbed the Wells book and headed up the Colorado River on 128 looking for a swimming hole. After a dip a Big Bend, the Onion Creek Trail caught our eye in the book and we went to explore. For some reason, it didn't stick in my head when the book said &amp;quot;if you have kids, a fun thing to do is have them try to count the water crossings on the trail.&amp;quot; But within minutes of the turnoff, we were laughing hysterically and barreling through increasingly deep water around every corner. I would HIGHLY recommend it if you have an extra day in Moab and want to cool off. Video is the only way to show it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:cc8f6937-84ca-4a56-a579-9216941362c3" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="08c6fd22-6104-4053-a166-6fd4df58d0b4" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4dKllsRzKU&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/Day12MantiLaSalintoMoabandOnionCreek_12677/video5806cee79aad.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('08c6fd22-6104-4053-a166-6fd4df58d0b4'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/e4dKllsRzKU&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/e4dKllsRzKU&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:94abe272-02b9-473e-8d9c-2694031a0b7c" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="e58f62e8-7f99-4f41-9038-aa88e3a6fd0f" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvMmlX2TM3s&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/Day12MantiLaSalintoMoabandOnionCreek_12677/video756536483e22.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('e58f62e8-7f99-4f41-9038-aa88e3a6fd0f'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/RvMmlX2TM3s&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/RvMmlX2TM3s&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep up with Dave on the way back (remember I'm 2up and Ann's asking over the Scala &amp;quot;Are we going a little faster now?&amp;quot; to which I'm responding &amp;quot;It just seems faster 'cause we're behind Dave.&amp;quot;)...     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f27c195e-8774-4b5e-9622-40b791e14db0" class="wlWriterSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="16a7bfb3-69df-4667-ac91-66581a6db1a2" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AN1XAiELLh4&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://coydog.com/blog/Day12MantiLaSalintoMoabandOnionCreek_12677/video48e375410711.jpg" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('16a7bfb3-69df-4667-ac91-66581a6db1a2'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/AN1XAiELLh4&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/AN1XAiELLh4&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;425\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;355\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the campground to clean up, dump videos and pictures etc and margaritas started sounding pretty good. We went to an early dinner (&amp;quot;Baja Restaurant?&amp;quot;) and came back for a good night's sleep before the White Rim Trail at the crack of dawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-3878099918070211502?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-12-manti-lasal-into-moab-and-onion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUogV4vPfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/agk7jE6y6h4/s72-c/IMG_4468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-5266519897479299747</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:38:34.922-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 30th, 2009 - Telluride to Manti-La Sal</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally posted by Dave W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After spending a night of relative luxury in a Telluride suite, and a quick bagel/coffee at Baked in Telluride, it was time to hit the road...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qaHekxtGbNpNQ9xPSw-Lqw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUmN2gFnHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zpTmF68Eb8Q/s800/IMG_4203.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Early on in the trip, we decided it'd be more efficient to take turns paying for gas, and pass the hose to one another than to each pay separately each time. I think I got the better deal on this technique as the KTM was averaging around 35mpg, and the BMW was closer to 45mpg. Don't mention that to Dave though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EOYzaNYuuBN8CuXl8YLfPQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUmUyA7JUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/JjAvPcRNaxc/s800/IMG_4216.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While there a many spectacular valleys/bowls in the Rockies, Telluride is perhaps the fanciest and most modern. It was a nice, brief detour from our mini version of the TAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WwmFaysSLJUOkMkswdFNUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUmXvkPTaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VACSDDjP-98/s800/IMG_4223.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a brief bit of pavement along highway 145, it was back to a gravel road. Gravel definitely keeps you on your toes more than pavement, but isn't nearly as much fun as dirt. It seems to have the potential wipe-out factor, with out as much fun or creativity as the dirt paths have to offer. In any case, after being on either dirt of gravel, we'd generally get sleepy after more than 10 minutes of asphalt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_w1zn4CvBthANawC_Mnn3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUmrxB6kcI/AAAAAAAAA6w/fDnHqCdpXAQ/s800/IMG_4266.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we knew it, we were off the gravel and into dirt, or rather mud. The recent rains and omni-present cattle had really done a number on the path...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0Q6IEXPu5J7cYv7UB_oi1g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnXXIvg_4TI/AAAAAAAABBg/uPofBJ3pyf0/s800/P7300286.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were plenty of puddles/ponds that were initially avoided...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E2Rpq4-9l65nNb1ENHPLdQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnXXKvNBnaI/AAAAAAAABBo/ahov6Hx9cPA/s800/P7300285.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and then seeked out to see how big of a splash could be made. This was great fun until Dave &amp;amp; Ann hit a big ol' puddle that was about a foot or two deeper than they were expecting and the bike bucked them off. It was both hilarious, a bit scary, and definitely messy. They were both okay, but we proceeded ahead with a bit more caution...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fa2qMdIExfrj3kSkmQZ-NQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUm3_IfYqI/AAAAAAAAA64/U7JIVOMMIiE/s800/IMG_4272.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming out of that stretch, it started to rain on us a bit, but the downhill section, albeit thoroughly muddy was a great time (for me at least). Dave &amp;amp; Ann's confidence may have taken a step back after their fall, and subsequent slipping and sliding. The trail went through a birch/aspen(?) forest with some nicely burmed turns, while some lightning and thunder were going off around us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/p7kmHVXIEW2qEF6jc2p7LQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnO3-E0Ws6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/LkajV9_2Hf4/s800/P7300288.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just outside the forest, there was a brief, recently paved section that lead by Dolores campground. It ended up being a good spot to take a break, catch some sun, and checkout some wild-life. The chipmunks were seriously fat (probably from all the red M&amp;amp;Ms -- Ann couldn't resist).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ars8k0l90XClAVjq6zFzIw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUnDMmbrZI/AAAAAAAAA7E/FQdG7GarH9Y/s800/IMG_4287.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back on the trail, we had a bit of a routing issue. We had taken Sam's maps and converted them into tracks for our GPS's. Our tracks had us cutting across a field occupied by more cows...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dEJesCvsuvYhjDYr7TpaKg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUnabXuTII/AAAAAAAAA7Q/QsLi6O4wqik/s800/IMG_4299.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're pretty sure it wasn't right, but after a bit of trailblazing we were back on track. Coming out of western Colorado and heading into eastern Utah, we were all a bit concerned that the scenery of the Colorado mountains was all behind us. It looked like we were entering endless farmlands...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mHA-xjXM5tw0J6AH4s54fA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUnj8ZpI0I/AAAAAAAAA7c/23tZ9g4vz38/s800/IMG_4319.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and tweakers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-f_UFPi2PH-dpDfBlKHOEw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUnvRtF-AI/AAAAAAAAA7o/o5z_nwX8p1k/s800/IMG_4335.JPG" width="400" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and radio-activity...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rlCYPo2oVuri6xbN8c3dcg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUoDQY48sI/AAAAAAAAA8A/X-KNhPizUfw/s800/IMG_4421.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Note that this section of the TAT was fully closed, either by actual radio-activity, or a pissed-off land-owner. It wasn't too hard to route around)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before we knew it, we were back in the cow-infested mountains. In this case, the Manti-La Sals, and towards Mt. Peale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uxg79Zy6AwcoqdFsnrBwqw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUoKT1CpoI/AAAAAAAAA8E/2g0RD5496xc/s800/IMG_4424.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rush hour...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Lgmus960x6hmEZfriLS-wQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnO2CQxZaxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/4ApYaQwNA_w/s800/P7300300.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up cowboy camping for the night on the mountain, overlooking Moab and the Canyonlands...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_kwVrcU56PIG4xNkSF29ag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUooakGiOI/AAAAAAAAA80/VdAjDRWAjk4/s800/IMG_4492.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After gathering some wood...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YXkzND5IrLdRlAYurixjBQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnO0RG_Ps1I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/32gY970qC8M/s800/P7300308.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and making a fire...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jIGch8mIv5CW8H7Tqjrwww?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUopYI-bXI/AAAAAAAAA84/spu1zdtRWe4/s800/IMG_4503.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we called it a night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oS5ukkyHLZRUfiSENz3sBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUoqXmZ9bI/AAAAAAAAA88/6ESOn6cMoHU/s800/IMG_4508.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-5266519897479299747?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-11-telluride-to-manti-la-sal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnUmN2gFnHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/zpTmF68Eb8Q/s72-c/IMG_4203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-7786587569621258547</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:35:12.471-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 29th, 2009 - Cinnamon Pass to Telluride</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The next morning, after bagel sandwiches for me and Dave and an all-you-can-eat breakfast at Poker Alice for Ann, we set off on the remaining leg of the Alpine Loop, Cinnamon Pass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-qeP87NC-gGCKPGKhqECLA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEwqM7QFkI/AAAAAAAAA0A/0wYYyJYdvtM/s800/IMG_4035.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know whether we forgot to latch it or if it was the &amp;quot;drunken riding&amp;quot; (swerving back and forth across the trail to find the smoothest line for myself and passenger while we were sitting) but at one point the Givi V46 popped open. Nothing fell out but it was a good thing Dave was behind us to let us know. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JlfH0_nYHB5Up1E31YOG3A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDp6rpwyII/AAAAAAAAAjM/-BLujVhwae4/s800/P7290230.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The trail up Cinnamon was gorgeous and straightforward with some tight, steep switchbacks. Ann and I were getting pretty good at them at this point, approaching slowly on the outside of the turn, standing, leaning the bike with the pegs and couting on the torque of the F800GS to pull us up the other side. I'll admit I went wide on one, opting to come to a stop with my front tire in the loose stuff. And, yes, I did dump us once but of course that was at a stand still after stopping to take off a jacket. Damn short legs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VUnFynLKbUvcuTxn6z1ljw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEw97rFe_I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ThLWLmpBygg/s800/IMG_4052.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lgXBwGpr4Qzf8_Dr2ztPfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDp5QVe18I/AAAAAAAAAjI/VOQBG0DnjCo/s800/P7290237.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bo3sDURdWpNNF6M5iecmAw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDp89lgFgI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GcZRe_M_GaQ/s800/P7290238.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ann gets a little giddy at altitude... Here she’s pretending she’s on the moon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cVCDfyP6_wkZnWh9Mx8_lQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDp3_rj3oI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b_umUdSQ_7w/s800/P7290241.jpg" width="400" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RZB67X8LZrAIdrbt1R1SUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDp9zuQx8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/EnKpbGPL3kg/s800/P7290240.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then down the other side into Animas Forks. Decent required a little more care than climbing to keep our bulk from sliding. And the rental jeeps moving at various speeds and in lines of various lengths in front of us made it a challenge to keep a regular pace. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WUk5GkC6cAFFVtVfXpTqhg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqCSAOkgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/b6lkQ8vKmlI/s800/P7290247.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z3NLJZ8B0iVW2mNKo6eLTA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExJuAp6xI/AAAAAAAAA08/bhIypDu7nWE/s800/IMG_4096.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6k44tDuPl4BwQdl54D84sA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExPVg7GVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/DCrNyNjW6Rk/s800/IMG_4109.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/56YrMlUNeFtVXRql8tuChA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExR1Kre4I/AAAAAAAAA1U/5K4Ftkh5lYM/s800/IMG_4115.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We ran into a group of four or five guys on thumpers as we left Animas Forks and got some info on the trail ahead. They warned that there would be some tough parts ahead for riding 2-up and mentioned some specific steep downhill switchbacks to look out for. Cautious but confident, we continued up California Pass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cBBK9hQKCJ7PUUn7H6Flvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExVcRpWeI/AAAAAAAAA1k/tC1258Tuq-Q/s800/IMG_4129.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/loNiPxgnyMNPp4hGjgqBMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqHlqDMZI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ANXm-K7lBT0/s800/P7290253.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CQJWgojpyMBbqbOFKWKwBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqTh0Ie-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/BkGyMI8luqg/s800/P7290257.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZIhkSiS8AINyfpy72H8x8w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExXgqhB3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/d5SN2H-cFho/s800/IMG_4138.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From here, the names of the passes and gulches and such start to get a little fuzzy in my memory. I had been so worried about riding Engineer and Cinnamon 2-up on the big bike that I didn't look to closely at what came next. I believe from Cinnamon, we climbed a little ways to Hurricane Pass and then descended for a while. Just about when it looked like the trail would take us on a smooth road into a valley, it turned steeply upwards and traversed a ridge overlooking Corkscrew Gulch and climbing to the pass. Some of my favorite scenery was in this section although I don't know that we got a good picture of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-8xSm1etn7KmJujICPRtGQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqbnxSieI/AAAAAAAAAkU/nFjECDkV4II/s800/P7290264.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JDDsZEpUbw40qtP25MBnvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqemHBa2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/TO_HgvRTKUg/s800/P7290268.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ci4f7EGVxfWfWBWIc0-HTg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqdK2vOVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/aFtBA_FlGpo/s800/P7290267.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We slid our way down the other side, some of the loosest, steepest trail we'd been on to a little parking area and a bathroom and talked about some options. We could either press forward on the TAT in the afternoon and camp somewhere in the San Juan National Forest or we could cut right after Ophir Pass and head to Telluride since Ann had never been and enjoy a nice hotel and dinner. We bumped down the steep and rutty trail to 550 in increasing rain and made for Sliverton for some lunch and to dry off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a decent lunch (although I don't think any of us would recommend the touristy and huge &amp;quot;Brown Bear Cafe&amp;quot; - &amp;quot;Black Bear?&amp;quot;), we took advantage of a break in the weather to make for Ophir Pass. At the turn off 550, we ran into two guys on KTM's heading for WestFest. One was having problems in the altitude with his carbureted 950 but had a plan to pull a secret wire somewhere to get it running right. We took the turn and proceeded up the pass. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bdtv_83nA7leai883cME_w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqfhancDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/U-MC1Dklljs/s800/P7290274.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nCWo2SHHNWO0uhrVOVaWZw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExjohOkkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/lqmVDdZAD5U/s800/IMG_4179.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AkHqux3EAawoh1j4xfRAoA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExlME-U5I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/eEeUbfGVJzU/s800/IMG_4182.JPG" width="400" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4lrufdGXHW5iRu-2-gaBDg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExmqKDQxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/hpXtWl5LYwE/s800/IMG_4184.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K2RBT23yzLXeb69z6Ar31w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExoSNElrI/AAAAAAAAA2g/3aFf3iDQsTk/s800/IMG_4187.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While the climb was pretty, the descent's really the interesting part. We waited for a couple jeeps to come up and started down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_nnfXXGbcEzWo433kLMnKQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDqlJGpANI/AAAAAAAAAkw/TzBrnmuVVbI/s800/P7290281.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Y3Gl1IZdWOYNpbFS1Hh_kA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExqyMx0KI/AAAAAAAAA2o/UTO-VC4a6ZA/s800/IMG_4197.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-F6IEj77jIth5oQG8PM5Bg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnExsWLwleI/AAAAAAAAA2s/TdWsl4vW3cg/s800/IMG_4198.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As you might imagine, at the bottom of the pass and after a long day on tough trails and high altitudes, the Telluride option won out over camping. We stopped at the visitor center on the way in and got a $149 rate for a two room suite at the Icehouse with a bar, flat screen TV's, and most importantly, a roof from the rain that fell for the next three hours while we napped, downloaded pictures, and caught up on email. Well worth it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-7786587569621258547?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/day-10-cinnamon-pass-to-telluride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEwqM7QFkI/AAAAAAAAA0A/0wYYyJYdvtM/s72-c/IMG_4035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-8648531780115708202</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:29:20.899-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 28th, 2009 - Buena Vista to Lake City</title><description>One thing that Dave didn't mention but you might have figured out from the pics is that we added a member to the group. As planned, Ann joined us in Lyons and she and I will ride 2-up on the TAT through Moab. Ann's up for anything and very comfortable on the back of the bike. We've been working on developing a 2-up dirt riding technique that will get us (on the big bike!) over the Colorado passes (more on that below).   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XfH07MGcFsA0w7L7VPxCLg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQXLiMHwI/AAAAAAAAAv4/5TONDpzITUQ/s800/IMG_3727.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Buena Vista, a 30 minute road ride got us to Salida and our first westbound TAT trail heading towards the Marshall Pass big bike bypass. On Marshall, Ann and I experimented with have us both standing with her grabbing my hips. Going uphill, I had to lean a little bit farther forward than I normally would for her to get enough forward pressure on the rear pegs to keep herself from falling backwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/S3_WSya136dqvGEXbtu80w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQe38d1lI/AAAAAAAAAwY/W-DycxVyCaA/s800/IMG_3766.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TvPrW0_MYt0a22F-RwHh0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQhlYpv2I/AAAAAAAAAwg/EfxBCN_x7Bs/s800/IMG_3773.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HTwNP35FgGkZ3qkUSjtH_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQkFlNu7I/AAAAAAAAAws/MpMj6B-xKIQ/s800/IMG_3790.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/i3EFI4VFxLyZymya6ShQaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-tMSrVzeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QZQ9lcswEqM/s800/P7280196.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the way to Lake City, was more fast gravel and dirt roads through Birch forests and across ranch land. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oRMFgGeVAoHTq6nYYvxPzQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQnn5VXbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/8MrjI3Puly0/s800/IMG_3801.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xPoJDWgma52kdrryj2vdGQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQqD3w79I/AAAAAAAAAw8/DNZm80EtuNc/s800/IMG_3829.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hC-37aHM7DcyMvjkiSst5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQsQ4IfTI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bPVfwlw8Kbc/s800/IMG_3846.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sidenote: It seems that KTM Dave is deathly afraid of cows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FSoW8arsati9d_u3XJlB_g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQwabISnI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/O5vJNQ4PYJc/s800/IMG_3854.JPG" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uwY6lEhoY-yED3EThcT8zQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQyMyyV2I/AAAAAAAAAxU/5NrbEwbc2m4/s800/IMG_3856.JPG" width="300" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found a nice lunch spot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mXchCxiMhUXZGIQ_v-7LMQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEwjhZNFnI/AAAAAAAAAz0/DHZLcfiDGTw/s800/IMG_7026.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/noEPlz937W7GroH0SKWiVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQ22WVV2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/1ZknOCcVrWU/s800/IMG_3891.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mxE1QxZMV92ycl15ug0sMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQ5eLU3cI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NhwTVWgXwEU/s800/IMG_3894.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got in around 2 and found our way to the Elkhorn RV Park a couple blocks off the main street. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NniGkn2TdJ5HAYxsoKtWdg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnERGQMehfI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wN1DQqvgmnI/s800/IMG_3975.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/44Y71epfMDjbugmTOAKPZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnERJLgK4dI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3sJCL2Wmvyw/s800/IMG_3981.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a quick rest and some weather watching, we figured we'd unload the bikes and tag Engineer Pass. Despite the booms we'd heard from the valley while napping, we only got a couple sprinkles the whole way up. There were a couple rocky sections and some steep switchbacks but our 2-up standing system and the ample power of the F800GS plowed through them relatively easily. It definitely helped having the Scalas so I could warn her about a section coming up and suggest we stand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yp6CcJOwJ_De45UclGciqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnERL8WPGiI/AAAAAAAAAys/fOBEiH7wa8E/s800/IMG_3988.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-9JA_NO-YkgIvnD-qz8ZOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-tIVTerOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/iEQP03BDdls/s800/P7280214.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FxbjPWhiLvLXYvFcdnLxoA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnERQO-aPgI/AAAAAAAAAy4/q_9aTSreL4E/s800/IMG_3997.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FjEUbIPKyczCl_fXCnq25A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnERRH_QGGI/AAAAAAAAAy8/59NzJTbb5nY/s800/IMG_4002.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qiXW1QGj_fKK2GcWLbOnUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-tGvK07EI/AAAAAAAAAUI/U_-xHN3CdhA/s800/P7280218.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AwIVBkwBAm8jqYT7IGMO1w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-yWyX0-CI/AAAAAAAAAZY/zm8nNtaTXFM/s800/IMG_4013.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gOEjcA9jWeeDRJh7YD4C3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-tELJOCBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/JbC4weNryYc/s800/P7280227.jpg" width="400" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We retraced our route back down to Lake City knowing that we would do the Cinnamon Pass leg of the Alpine Loop on the TAT the next morning. We headed straight for Poker Alice for pizza and a beer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-8648531780115708202?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-9-buena-vista-to-lake-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQXLiMHwI/AAAAAAAAAv4/5TONDpzITUQ/s72-c/IMG_3727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-7212539175703965293</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:28:15.939-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 27th, 2009 - Lyons to Buena Vista via Rocky Mountain National Park</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally posted by Dave W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's my turn for another update, and I'll pick-up where CoydogSF left off with the festival concluding. We woke up early that morning to pack up camp and say our good-byes. The general plan was to meet up with the TAT around Salida, CO or thereabouts. We headed out of Lyons, CO towards Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7F196NUbItWfq78PN8odLA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEN-Z8wM9I/AAAAAAAAAvU/uWwsKUK5WLI/s800/IMG_3660.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was scenic and we saw some wild-life, but it was generally paved, and there was the requisite traffic for a National Park. There was also some construction going on that caused further delays. It wasn't a big deal, but it did get us caught in a bit of a thunderstorm. We took a quick snack break at Lake Granby...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lwntSEcx_98GE_Kec7kh8w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQPEW7DWI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pEBjAZi4U8A/s800/IMG_3667.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...and then high-tailed it down US 40 to Georgetown. After getting some caffeine in Georgetown, we made our way up Guanella Pass. There was a bit of construction going on here too, but after a couple of brief delays, we were on our way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CfqmzXAvum-l0Ol8mwGPUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQSiDh-kI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ByoKQ-I-EcA/s800/IMG_3693.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sQsUcLDhsrEXtxNTlHKSrw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-s48gGaFI/AAAAAAAAATw/OdCHhho_r5Q/s800/P7270190.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OJ5BFtLByVm133gM0F-DHg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-w2ImsKdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YWjHfaDoXU0/s800/IMG_3700.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YCZn8vyGQM3ipteYIgC2mg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEQVEY31iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dEG5cz5U5ls/s800/IMG_3711.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guanella Pass hooked back up with 285 on the other side. The plan was to continue on 285 down to Buena Vista, CO. Thankfully for us, but not for those folks involved, there was an accident just past Fairplay, CO (aka South Park) that closed down the entire highway. The highway authorities were routing people down around on highway 9, but when he saw our bikes, he said we should take Weston Pass instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LCR5e_zOjUxL5xPfRo0vfg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm-s2xZ3WWI/AAAAAAAAATs/Lmgiop1v-Qk/s800/P7270191.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This turned out to be great advice. Weston Pass was a notch more difficult than Guanella pass, and quite a bit more fun. It took us over to 24, which we then took south to Buena Vista. We setup camp at N38 51.544 W106 08.459 and woke up the next morning ready to get on the TAT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5f0b6ix2ejP4P3yoY8nN5Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm7lKmnyH3I/AAAAAAAAARI/vsoeutO80fg/s800/photoImage.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-7212539175703965293?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-8-lyons-to-buena-vista-via-rocky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnEN-Z8wM9I/AAAAAAAAAvU/uWwsKUK5WLI/s72-c/IMG_3660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-8966367585109478027</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:24:58.372-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 22nd - 26th, 2009 - Stalling resolution and great weekend at RockyGrass</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EZGiK6Og7oSKs7fTkuTR4Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdFnLFiCbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rSRX2yuTnhM/s800/photoImage.jpg" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To condense a long day, BMW of North SLC got right to work on diagnostics on the F800GS while we had a great breakfast at Rambin, Roads then wandered the area following our iPhones to a “nearby” Flying J truck stop where we finally got online to upload pics and update our RR. A few hours later, I heard from the dealer that they had found an “implausible” engine temperature reading coming from the BMSK (Bavarian Mottorad Supern Komputer?) and were pursuing approval from BMW to replace this $2000 part. Of course, it would have to overnighted from Pennsylvania. Not willing to wait around in SLC, we made an appt with BMW of Denver for the next morning figuring that they would have to go through their own diagnostics in time to order the part to arrive by Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AOIoFBOi7T1Hh04MHmMcIw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnmDMEAhI/AAAAAAAAAig/S_u7wKMNMaE/s800/IMG_3581.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XA-SRg4Xw_dOjKag39kiIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDxmqoZdLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/HuzE6w7rRvY/s800/IMG_3582.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We routed out of town towards 40 east around 2 pm in 98 degree temps assuming we wouldn't make it more than 40 minutes before we'd find a shady river where we could cool ourselves and the bike off. Somehow, the BMW just kept running and we took advantage of it to make time towards Denver. Landscape was changing as we headed east with rocks turning more red, buttes becoming more pronounced and taller mountains starting to appear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we passed Dinosaur National Monument, I was riding with sunglasses on but my shield up and had just turned on my helmet cam to capture the scene without risking a picture stop when a rock the size of a baby marshmallow flicked up from the tire of the truck in front of me and hit me right on the bridge of the nose. My mini laptop won't play the video smoothly enough to see the rock but I'll review it frame by frame when I can. What the video definitely captured is me flinching when I get nailed, telling Dave over the Scala “Uh, I might have to pull over for a sec” then wiping my nose with my glove and looking down to see blood. We found a rest stop a few minutes down the road to take some bad ass pictures and for Dave to send the following text to our friend we were crashing with in Basalt: “Just passed Vernal UT. Zim got hit by a rock in the nose. Wet-wiping the blood now. ETA 10 pm”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RAyAC2o4Rq0Ah4b-Z-uXGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm3LCD0hxDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/EaTannjBGgw/s800/IMG_3587.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning in Denver, we started the process all over again with the questions about the issue we were having and how the technician could reproduce it. As usual we told them to ride the bike for 2+ hours in 90+ degree heat and it would happen to them. We told them that BMW had SLC had already figured out that I needed a new BMSK and the sooner they came to the same conclusion, the sooner it could be overnighted and installed. Well, turns out, the regional service rep confirmed that the -95 degree engine temp rating was not a fault in the BMSK but rather in the diagnostic software in SLC and we were back to square one. That is, except for the fact that their demo F800GS had just stalled out on a mid day test ride. So we were escorted to the super plush leather couch, big screen TV lounge upstairs to wait for more info. We alternated between patiently waiting and walking downstairs to tap our feet and remind them of everything that's already been tried. By the end of the day, they were still unable to find a fault or to duplicate the problem. I hopped on the bike and took it into the vacant lot next door and did slow figure eights for 20 minutes at which point it started to stumble. I raced it around to the service entrance and handed it off to the tech. I've never been so happy to see it stall as I was when it did it for him. It had been an unsubstantiated complaint by an out town customer but now it was their problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, now that I've made you as impatient reading this as we were waiting for a fix, I'll wrap things up. On Friday afternoon, I got a call from BMW that they felt that they had resolved the problem. The tech had rigged a fuel pressure gauge where it could be seen while riding. When the bike got hot, the pressure would fall below the acceptable range for a second and then peg the meter. They tried a new BMSK, new injectors, new fuel pump electronics and finally a fuel pump. Well, the pump did it. A pump you say? Was that replaced on your dime before you left 'cause BMW wouldn't do it for you? Looking closer at the invoice from BMW of SF, no, they hadn't replaced the fuel pump. It was backordered, neglected to tell me, and instead replaced the fuel pump electronics. Yes, I should have commented that the cost of the installation was less than I was expecting but I let myself believe that maybe they had split the cost with me. All this time, I (thanks to the ADV forums had been right about the pump being the problem and if they had told me they didn't install one, I would have arranged to have one put in on the trip. ARRGAGGARGGGHH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so last night I did Dave's laundry from the first week. This was in exchange for (fingers crossed) never mentioning the stalling again. Then again, old wounds heal slow... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_BFL9OVt3ljnl5AAFyuoDg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm3LGoMu42I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2fQi0-WUyH0/s800/IMG_3612.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, we had a great weekend at RockyGrass hanging out, listening to music and seeing our friends in &lt;a href="http://fortyninespecial.com"&gt;49 Special&lt;/a&gt; win the band competition and are really ready to get this ride back on the road. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ek834F6hocNefc-X1UHi4g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm3LKho0q8I/AAAAAAAAARE/gKK6QVuzrXE/s800/IMG_3639.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kiCEoqIuWise7Vi6Wdf35Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm3LIWkWWII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wgeDrzrsg1o/s800/IMG_3614.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UCXdvyb-dKbi2oAaYsKfuw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/Sm3LErUilwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iRoMksudSB8/s800/IMG_3608.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/I0RgHlLactXkMDfixMo7UQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDxneDLaEI/AAAAAAAAAos/O9HxOMKiRMA/s800/IMG_3633.JPG" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-8966367585109478027?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-4-stalling-resolution-and-great.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdFnLFiCbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rSRX2yuTnhM/s72-c/photoImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-8822171045045594977</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:23:58.536-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 21st, 2009 - Sawmill Canyon, the SPOT spot, and Salina</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Having decided that leaving the SPOT behind would be a disappointing and potentially confusing thing to do, we reviewed a couple potential routes back to the stretch of Sawmill Canyon road where the video first showed it missing. We decided to continue east on the TAT to Patterson Pass Rd where we could pick up Shingle Pass Rd. West to 318 North to Lund. After a combination of 55 mph dirt and some highway, we were back on Sawmill Canyon Rd by 7 am and found the SPOT along the side of the road right where we expected it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aifGeP-C5Lzy-ZcQLD0zTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnVAP31QI/AAAAAAAAAho/kyMPMA1SBbY/s800/IMG_3527.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A successful rescue mission deserved a reward so we stopped back in to Whipple's for another huge plate of food. BTW, Ma Whipple said she's suspected that someone was handing out maps or something given the number of dirty bikers she'd been seeing coming out of the canyon recently. She said, bring 'em on!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mLJHlKHWN6eaW5xG32yzMA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnXinH5NI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Vsc5Knr9TA8/s800/IMG_3532.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back to the TAT, we rode through the beautiful Cave Valley and up and over Patterson Pass before opting for the big bike bypass up and around some deep sand (thanks Sam!). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TSYi0vkOLpRUQTMjV7jNvw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnSY7uR7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/yrq-37LOSZw/s800/IMG_3520.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4Nk3JWqNB9dcKWCuP_HE-A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnY5jBe9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/EhGfaof-oYg/s800/IMG_3535.jpg" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ve1TU9yqTsTrKlR2sn1gfA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnaK6gQtI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ol1AZ84tKY4/s800/IMG_3538.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Coming around the south end of the Humboldt-Toiyabe, I saw a dust trail and three bikes coming from the left. Just as I thought “Hey, where are they coming from?” I looked down at the GPS to find I'd just missed a turn. We flipped around for the obligatory exhaust pipe sniffing and met two guys from Florida and one from New Hampshire (I think). They'd been on the trail for 15 or 16 days and one of the Floridians had just gone over the bars after an unexpected ditch. As he said, after so many miles, it's that one time you let down your guard that the trail gets ya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nJPNik4lonmDMCHdfVpqQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnheUBmKI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/AkMi07UJHfc/s800/IMG_3559.jpg" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1XOtP0WA52zeJC7_Q1f6xg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdZvHRbhxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/N_tUz7FEg4o/s800/P7210109.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The rest of the way to the UT border took us on double track through some fun bouldery washes, a stretch of pavement and loop of dirt with a surprise 2 ft deep, 8 foot wide “bike wash” hidden around a corner. We both hit it at pretty good speed, got drenched and couldn't stop laughing. By this time, we have a routine for dealing with the stalling on the F800GS. First time, we ignore it and start back up before it stops rolling. Second time, we start looking for shade trees on the horizon. Depending how long we get before the next one, we basically stall/cool/restart until we find a shady spot where we can crawl under a tree for half an hour. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RNhTJOQ88kmjIRhKKRtbBQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnc-UZxYI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UPG45GWfo8g/s800/IMG_3542.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-G2igJ-ZfvNzsOL_AExwmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDneiIZxfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2cfjXhGTraU/s800/IMG_3546.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JxTV9K3XmCXaarfekUtfYQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDngLX6nJI/AAAAAAAAAiI/sdIa2FREaj0/s800/IMG_3548.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was during one of these cooling breaks when, hearing the fan on the KTM, I realized that I felt like I hadn't heard mine in a long time. On top of that, despite stalling from the heat, I didn't think I'd ever seen the engine temperature gauge over the middle mark (four bars). I know, German engineering and all but that seemed odd given the temps and abuse we'd been putting the bike through. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TNvtu7XCBstQi6V1i2RkRw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnjXhvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/RdZlUe1NMNQ/s800/IMG_3568.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From the UT border, we'd planned to start working our way north to take 40 east across UT and CO. We would come back to this point on the TAT heading east on the way home. As soon as got on the pavement and revved up the big bikes, we realized a stop at the BMW dealer in Salt Lake wouldn't be too far out of the way. We took 50 to Salina where we grabbed a motel to recharge ourselves (and our gadgets) before an early morning detour to SLC.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oNI2ls9jVxRkkzN3NWKiSQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnkoRZCAI/AAAAAAAAAic/FkrHdGBjcUI/s800/IMG_3569.jpg" width="301" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-8822171045045594977?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-3-sawmill-canyon-spot-spot-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnVAP31QI/AAAAAAAAAho/kyMPMA1SBbY/s72-c/IMG_3527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3328020948382234211.post-9172928405420688269</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-07T15:22:06.437-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>2009-07-19 Colorado and the TAT</category><title>July 20th, 2009 - On the actual TAT</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally posted by Dave W&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Picking up where the other Dave left off...     &lt;br /&gt;After getting back to the motel in a semi-drunken stupor at about 3:30am &lt;img title="1drink" border="0" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/advrider/1drink.gif" /&gt; , we decided to an 8am alarm with a couple of snooze buttons would be respectable. We were on the move again by about 9am or so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9ucoxaODrl5dYyPmMKDc0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdZmfqTR6I/AAAAAAAAANA/FdLWpksC8dY/s800/P7200045.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 off-road was a lot more productive than Day 1. There's probably a reason there aren't too many reports on here about the Pony Express in western Nevada... After fighting our way through the sand, the dirt and gravel of the TAT in Nevada was a relative breeze. Our average speed probably went from the 10s to the 40s. We were cruising along vast open valleys of sage brush with nothing to stop us, except for the occasional cattle gate...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7_4bAego968LiOW0igop_w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDmwOec3nI/AAAAAAAAAfg/w5FbrL66TI8/s800/IMG_3336.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...or breakdown of the f800gs. &lt;img title="huh?" border="0" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/advrider/eek7.gif" /&gt; Almost like clockwork, after riding hard for about 2 hours in 90+ degree heat, the gs would stall. It'd allow itself to start up again a couple of times, but within 10 minutes it was game over unless it got a good 30 minute break in the shade. Shade in eastern Nevada isn't always available, so we had to start to anticipate the breakdowns, and seek good rest spots to avoid this sort of scenario...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wAJY-7j6URrlnXZjqpZOvQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmOyo7xYwSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nsO9ODlj3GI/s800/photoImage.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;After a couple of &amp;quot;breaks/stalls&amp;quot; in the heat of the day, things started to cool off a bit towards the Humboldt Forest, which was some fun, fast, stall-free riding...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5d5pnWMxxdF7eJCzeReI0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDm_H9-cqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MelwaMWtw-8/s800/IMG_3420.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...the skies were getting darker and darker until they fully opened up with downpour rarely seen in California. It was refreshing, yet painful on the neck. It helped keep the dust down a bit, but not enough...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cq6zYscgiYNRo_vADZCqCg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnCuooKtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/txM5OcAeAMc/s800/IMG_3438.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I was riding 2nd to make sure I was around in case of any more stalls, and to get some good video (forthcoming in a later episode).    &lt;br /&gt;Doing this portion of the TAT &amp;quot;salmon-style&amp;quot; meant that we were approaching Lund, and Sawmill Canyon. We gassed up, and hit a little joint called Whipple's (obligatory food porn shot for you FFs)...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2VMl9otGMMWHpagKeag1IA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnDsUtL9I/AAAAAAAAAgo/jVQtaNrtm3w/s800/IMG_3443.jpg" width="364" height="485" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Good food. Nice people. And then headed up the long road toward Sawmill Canyon...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4JgrGYVkHXjpqpmkq989yw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnGnWUQ5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/qulMdHJTqL4/s800/IMG_3451.jpg" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Riding up through the canyon was awesome, and the terrain up top was even cooler. Mule deer (?)...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QoVaR7AxfrhF4lQtfBPVBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SnDnOLYKJjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/45L7s-we6tk/s800/IMG_3478.jpg" width="400" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...and a trail that was like riding on freshly mowed grass...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Dk2BwsiKVKJn4ylXHyaVrg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdZr7UWsII/AAAAAAAAANg/iPZfiTiiL-A/s800/P7200083.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...the weather was perfect up there, and the scenery even better. After a long day, with many a stall and break, it was nice to get in some consistent riding without any mechanical issues. Once we setup camp...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zdQjBwAoTkaTpIQJ2lla8Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdZsQcepeI/AAAAAAAAANk/kRp0ZLMj5Tc/s800/P7200089.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;...the other Dave realized we had left something behind. The SPOT wasn't on his top-case anymore. We thought we had seen it at Whipples, but went back to the video footage to determine when we really last saw it...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kMeprwPcruxpNxw4igfGMA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdZsxfjSiI/AAAAAAAAANs/EPhvGsvHXHM/s800/P7200091.JPG" width="400" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;..it was somewhere along the road up to Sawmill Canyon. Unfortunately, without cell reception / Internet available, we didn't know exactly where it was but probably within a half-mile stretch. We decided to double back and track it down in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.coydog.com/2009/08/july-2009-colorado-and-tat.html"&gt;Back to Story Index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3328020948382234211-9172928405420688269?l=blog.coydog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blog.coydog.com/2009/07/day-2-on-actual-tat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (coydogsf)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_aqUTzMw3VJ8/SmdZmfqTR6I/AAAAAAAAANA/FdLWpksC8dY/s72-c/P7200045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
