July 18, 2008
The Grizzly attack stories continued with the Cooke City locals this
morning at the fuel station. Tom and I loaded up with fuel and headed
out at 7:00 towards Beartooth Highway. How appropriate. Early
morning is the most favorite part of the day for wildlife, so that
fact and the 36-degree air kept us a bit under the posted limit. The
cool air and spectacular scenery woke me up quickly and made the
slower ride very pleasing. We saw a couple of moose, plenty of deer,
pronghorn and some random marmot for good measure.
We stopped for a SLR moment at a still pond with the mountains rising
from the far side. The water vapors were rising from the grass as
the morning sun first hit. On up Beartooth Highway, the road rose
near 11,000 feet and above tree line. As we ascended the pass,
ten-foot snow drifts lined the side of the road that twisted tightly
and demanded attention to keep the bike on pavement. This has to be
one of the best mountain rides in the States.
We rode through Red Lodge and out in the high rolling sage hills of
Montana to highway 14A over the Bighorn range. This section was an
exciting surprise that rose out of the dry scrub. Once down in
elevation, we shared ride stories with another group from Arizona and
Seattle at the Sinclair. The rider said he was "still on the high".
We got off of the short stretch of interstate quickly, rode the back
roads of hwy 14 and entered the MOA rally site in Gillette. We went
through registration and chose a grassy area to pitch the tents. I
took my bike over to a washing area to get the Texas rain and Montana
forest road construction grime off of my bike in prep of tomorrow's
25th anniversary BMW K-Bike Koncours celebration. And who rolls up to
wash his bike but Greg Feeler with my bike's sister serial number
K75S. We exchanged greetings and I held both bike's handlebars. It
was a touching moment. "Separated at birth and reunited in Gillette."
I'm finishing this post listening to the New Riders of the Purple Sage
playing Panama Red outside the Beemer Saloon and having an Odells Pale
Ale microbrew from Ft. Collins, CO. The big thunderstorm earlier this
afternoon rained lightly on us, flattened a few tents, and nicely
cooled things down. The music is good, evening air is good, ale is
good, company is good and today's ride was a dream. Life is
definitely good.
If you have never attended a MOA national rally, consider next year's
site in Tenessee.