Monthly Archives: October 2024

I hope you’ve been happily following my story of riding the WYBDR. You might have noticed I haven’t posted for a week. (Or you might not, I’ve no idea how much my writing affects anything.) The absence of posts came … Continue reading →

I woke up happy. I was well rested and clear headed. I need to emphasize the important part of this post; I woke, well rested, in a city park that had been the scene of a music concert. Can you … Continue reading →

I used most of my water but the only thing better than one cup of coffee is two. What a great morning view. Whoops, looks like I’m lost again. Here’s the road to backtrack. But look, I found a shortcut! … Continue reading →

A comfort zone is the general area of skills, experience, and knowledge where you’ve got a pretty good handle on things. Leaving your comfort zone exposes you to uncertainty. That’s the whole point. It’s common, perhaps too easy, to “pretend” … Continue reading →

For hours, I looked forward to the unmistakable landmark of route 138. It was paved and I’d be crossing it. When I finally crossed it I stopped for a photo and rest. (Looking at the map weeks and weeks later, … Continue reading →

I started day three with a spring in my step. (For those of you just tuning in I was solo riding the Wyoming Backcountry Discovery Route on my small cheap motorcycle.) Most folks (among the lunatics who do this sort … Continue reading →

Maybe I’ll avoid the rain so long as the road doesn’t veer left. Or maybe I’ll just take it in the teeth. Danger Will Robinson! When you get through a tough spot it’s good to look back take a picture … Continue reading →

The rough day turned mild as I rode past inert poison gas signs and countless antelope. Delightfully, nothing weird happened. I baked dry in the sun and settled into the rhythm of the trip. My next milestone, the “town” of … Continue reading →

The day before had been ridiculously eventful. That night I carefully took care of myself with rest, food, hydration, Ibuprofen, etc… It wasn’t enough. I had something like a hangover. Muscles ached like I’d been trampled by wildebeests and my … Continue reading →

Photos from my trip (in no particular order). The rock star of my cheap dual sport luggage, a Tusk Tank Bag: New handguards. Cheaper than a visit to the ER for a wrist x-ray if I drop the bike. Studly … Continue reading →