Today was the first day of the end of Idaho 2013. Although we had a good day of riding, it ended with a 120 mile jaunt down Interstate 25 - which will ultimately take us into Denver and back to civilization.
Gone are the dramatic vistas, twisty canyon roads, downhill sprints following 9,000 foot mountain crossings as well as the other numerous uniquely western motorcycle thrills that makes these trips so compelling.
We started the day with breakfast at the Irma Hotel. We devoured our daily porcine portion (we both forgot our cameras - no breakfast shot today) and then toured downtown Cody, Wyoming. The tourist season is over and the stores are all having sales. A great place if you're in the market for Buffalo Bill tee-shirts and Native American peace pipes.
While packing his bike, Jim met a couple of riders from Paris, France. Jim will be in their country in just a couple of weeks.
Today's ride took us across the open range of central Wyoming. Whenever I next hear Home on the Range I will think of today's ride. Wyoming has a lot of open space, most of it framed by distant mountains. I do not have a camera capable of doing it justice, and, even if I did, I do not have the skill to do the camera justice. Both are a worthy goal for next year.
Our last hurrah before hitting the interstate included a great run through Ten Sleep Canyon followed by a ride at 9,600 feet over Powder River Pass and a spirited downhill sprint that took us into Buffalo, Wyoming.
We then stopped for gas, downed some water, turned onto I-25 and resigned ourselves to four lanes of dull.
The Irma Hotel.
Morning ride out of Cody.
Home on the range.
What a place to ride.
Farm outside of Ten Sleep, Wyoming.
We had lunch at the Ten Sleep Saloon.
Somehow we avoided the Crazy Woman Cafe.
Riding the Ten Sleep Canyon.
Jim getting ready to ride.
The Bighorn Mountains.
Jim on Powder River Pass.
Signs like that warm a motorcyclist's heart.
Descending Powder River Pass.
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