Why Nova Scotia?

Why not Nova Scotia might be the better question. It's one of those exotic sounding places that I've never been to and that's reason enough for me. I plan on leaving around the 8th of May and spending several weeks on the ride. Along the way I'll be camping out, visiting unsuspecting friends , and maybe getting to ride along with them for awhile. Let me know if you're up to either!


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Grand Teton range and Gooding, Idaho

Boy I'm so pooped I think I'll just post a few of today's pics and call it good. No pun intended but I'm holed up in the little Idaho town of Gooding...
The ride getting here was long and arduous, just under 500 miles via too many back roads methinks. I now believe all of Idaho and half of the folks in western Wyoming are employed tearing up the highways, back roads or not. I spent what seemed like hours sitting at construction sites waiting and waiting and waiting. Then there were the detours, none of which Messrs Garmin approved of so I was constantly being redirected back to the non-accessible route.

Finally in desperation I programmed a direct route without any back road stops and that seemed to do the trick, at least for Garmin & Co. For me it meant getting back on the slab and hurtling along at breakneck speed towards my western goal of Mountain Home, ID. I may not go there after all.

The Craters of the Moon whizzed by but my interest level had waned to zip as I desired only to park for the day and not oggle old lava beds. One day if I'm in the area again I may have a closer look but for now I'll settle with the buzzy blurry one I got this afternoon.

Very late in the day, around 7:30pm Gooding, ID loomed in the distance and I elected to stay at the only motel with a vacancy left, The Lincoln Inn. It's not the sort of place I'd stay at given other options but I was too damn tired and didn't want to ride any further. Besides, they operate a restaurant next door and the meatloaf was fine. So was the gravy.


  1. Sorry to hear of your Bummer of a day.
    My grandmother's ashes are scattered among those mountains for some goddamn reason. I'll bet its spectacular in late fall and winter.
    You seem to be headed, lemming like, for home?
    Stay well.
    D & N

  2. The ants, let's talk about the ants! OK, here's what happened. On the way westward out of Jackson along highway 26 I came across a memorial to woodcutters who had served the railroads by cutting timbers for railroad ties. I stopped to take photos (and pee)and it was during my climb up to the monument that I noticed the ants beavering away at the wooden steps. So, did you figure it out? No? Not to worry, I wouldn't have either, like, who cares about a bunch of dumb ants?