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!

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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...
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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.

2 comments:

  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

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  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?

    LL

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