Day 3; Monday, May 31st, 1999
Start: Western South Dakota
End: Five Springs Falls USFS Campground,
Wyoming
590 Miles
In the morning, we carefully inspect the
rear wheel on the GS. The rear end leak seems
to be fixed - great!!
We take I-90 west across South Dakota and
into Wyoming, where we pick up I-25 northbound.
The morning is damp, on and off, and we are
both so anxious to "get somewhere" that maybe we haven't loosened up enough,
mentally, to actually enjoy the ride.
Looking back now, it seems as though
Seattle
was a goal that we just had to make,
that
once we got to Seattle, well, that's
where
the real adventure would begin, and
until
then we were just "trying to get
somewhere".
We exit I-25, and head west on Rte.
14A in
northern Wyoming, into the Bighorn
Mountains.
Climbing out of the valley, 14A is
a great
road as it twists and turns and climbs
and
climbs some more.... We start to see
snow
accumulations along the road, as we
continue
to climb. Then we encounter extremely
heavy,
thick fog. Very, very thick fog, our
speed
drops way down as we can't see a thing...
the dew accumulates on the faceshield
and
I wipe, accumulate, wipe.... water
accumulates
all over the bike and the Aerostich,
then
runs off and the cycle starts over,
everything
is dripping.... our 4-way flashers
are on,
and every now and then a car comes
along
from the opposite direction, headlights
on,
and we don't see the car till it's
right
there in front of us. Very nerve racking
after awhile.
Suddenly, we climb up out of the fog, the
sky is blue and the sun is shining. There's
heavy snowpack up here, it's only Memorial
Day after all, and the scenery is incredibly
beautiful, with dense pine forests poking
through the deep snow, and the smell of pine
trees thick in the air. Dark green on bright
white against a deep blue background is a
beautiful combination.
Now the road is fun, we motor along
at a
good clip, electric vests and heated
grips
turned on, and all’s right with the
world.
We have the road to ourselves on this
late
afternoon.
I'd come this way with my new wife
back in
1991 on an R100s, at exactly this time
of
year, and it all looks vaguely familiar,
but not quite. Different amounts of
snowpack
make the scenery new to me compared
to my
1991 honeymoon trip.
Then our first moose sighting on the
trip,
a big gangly looking moose is wandering
alongside
the road and gawking at us as we pass
by.
It won't be our last moose sighting.
The campgrounds up here are all closed,
full
of several feet of snow, and I suspect
that
it would be a very cold night at this
altitude.
Then we start down out of the mountains.
The road is winding down into the valley,
and Joe being a faster rider steadily
pulls
ahead. It's not a race, and I'd lose
if it
were, so I just enjoy the downhill
sweepers
and the scenery as we descend.
Arriving on the plains, and there's
Joe waiting
for me. Turns out he noticed a sign
for a
forest service campground (Five Springs
Falls),
and it's about that time, so we decide
to
go for it.
The road to the campground is marked
bumpy
/ rough / sharp turns for the next
2 miles.
And it is - cool! Looks as though when
the
pavement was fresh it was awesome,
but it's
been years since it was last paved.
Just
dodge the biggest potholes and the
gravel,
and we arrive eventually at a perfect
camp
site on the banks of a small creek.
We walk
across a narrow foot bridge and set
up camp.
Why is it perfect? It's sheltered from
wind
by the trees against the base of a
hill,
the creek provides "white noise"
for sleeping, there's a fire ring and
firewood
left by previous campers, we're the
only
people in the entire campground, and
it's
free.
Perfect!!
We make camp, and arrange our bedding
while
there's still light.
Then we cook a supper of chili, hot
chocolate,
and noodles over our camp stoves.
After supper we build a fire with the
wood
that's been left by others, and look
at the
stars in the clear night sky before
turning
in for the night. We can see our breath,
feel the heat of the fire, and hear
the water
flowing over the rocks in the creek.
All
is well.
Now it sinks in - we are on tour!
And then we turn in for the night.
Doug Grosjean
Pemberville, Ohio 43450
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