tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83515231107854737812024-02-18T20:21:17.303-08:00Talons Tips and Tales from the seat of my motorcycleTalons Tips and Tales from the seat of my motorcycleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-6866550319576994832020-03-06T15:22:00.001-08:002020-03-06T15:22:21.467-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Looking Back</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The New Mexico History Museum will be opening an exhibit called "Looking Back: Reflecting on Collections." Four photographs from the Naamehnay Project Navajo Nation Four Corners work will be featured in the exhibit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The exhibit will be up for about a year. The public opening and reception will be on Sunday, March 8 from 1to pm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Carlan</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-82955853806393731382020-03-04T13:49:00.000-08:002020-03-04T13:49:06.767-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Opening the Entire Chaco Protection Zone to Oil and Gas Industrialization</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Trump Administration’s plan envisions<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><em><b>opening the entire Chaco Protection Zone to leasing</b></em>, including lands that directly border the National Park. Even where protections are proposed for Chaco, they will do little to protect the Park, other nearby Chacoan cultural resources, and the Native people who live on the landscape surrounding the Park.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Trump administration announced it was opening two national monuments to development. The culturally and geologically significant Bears Ears and Grand Staircase-Escalante monuments will be available for cattle grazing, mining, and oil and gas development. Five tribes had formed a coalition in 2015 to promote protection of the Bears Ears region; dozens more tribes have expressed support for their effort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Interior Department’s release of a formal land-use blueprint for the approximately 861,974 acres of land will allow oil, gas and coal companies to complete the legal process for leasing mines and wells on land that had once been part of Utah’s Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument, established by President Bill Clinton. In December 2017, President Trump cut the monument’s acreage about in half, aiming to open the newly unprotected land for drilling and development. At the same time, he removed about a million acres from another Utah monument, Bears Ears. Together, the moves were the largest rollback of public lands protection in United States history. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Under the plan, much of Bears Ears and nearly 1 million acres in and around Grand Staircase are open to grazing. BLM will also make two new routes in Grand Staircase open to off-road vehicles, which archaeologists and conservationists are concerned could damage vulnerable artifacts and natural features. “These plans represent the lowest common denominator for BLM stewardship,” Stephen Bloch, legal director for the Southern Utah Wilderness Alliance, one of the plaintiffs in the monuments lawsuits, said in a statement. “One of the wildest landscapes in the lower forty-eight states will be lost if these plans are carried into action over the next few years.”</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-11813540944608934322020-02-07T10:21:00.000-08:002020-02-07T10:21:20.537-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">New Mexico in Black and White</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The light in New Mexico is magical. Dawn to dusk. Clear skies to storms. Each day each moment changing. Stunning landscape to create black and white photographs. March 22 - 27 I have the pleasure of teaching Expressive Black and White Landscapes and Fine Art Digital Printmaking at the Santa Fe Workshops. Join me as we travel across the New Mexico landscape capturing once in a life time moments and creating exhibition black and white prints. For more information and to register visit <a href="https://santafeworkshops.com/workshop/expressive_digital_landscape_in_black_and_white_10/" target="_blank">Santa Fe Workshops</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Look forward to our paths meeting in Santa Fe for an exciting week of making photographs together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Carlan</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-28913852635628668452020-01-04T15:00:00.001-08:002020-01-04T15:08:17.650-08:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Two Weeks, Two Wheels, and Two Lanes</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For the past five years I have been criss-crossing the US, north to south, and east to west, on the old two lane US Highways. Making photographs, meeting folks along the way, collecting stories. All on two wheels. On editorial assignments for Harley-Davidson HOG® magazine. Many of you have followed this blog and have been side by side with me on these incredible journeys. Thank you all for that special companionship.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This past July I rode, photographed, slept, and ate across America on US Highway 2 dubbed the Great Northern. Began the journey in St. Ignace, Michigan. Crossed Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, ending just north of Seattle, Washington. Just over 2800 miles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The concept for the story was going Bronson-style "lightening up" as Nancy calls it. Just the basics: photo gear, cell phone, paper maps, and a duffel with a few essentials. For two weeks I never turned on the TV. Sparing myself from everything that appears to be wrong. By the time I reached Seattle, my spirit had been gratefully renewed with everything that is perfectly right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My trusty companion on the ride was Ol' Sport. Simple, basic, lightening up. Ol' Sport and me - what a ride we had - a couple of buddies traveling down that ribbon of highway that connects us all together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The published story is in the current issue of Hog® magazine. I was excited to see they used one of my images on the cover as well. <a href="https://www.carlantapp.com/HOG/HWY2.pdf" target="_blank"> If you would like to read the story click here for a pdf copy.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Wow! What a Ride".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Carlan</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333;">The clock is ticking. It has been almost exactly six months since Secretary of the Interior David Bernhardt agreed to halt oil and gas lease sales within a ten-mile buffer zone surrounding Chaco Culture National Historical Park for one year. That means we are halfway to the end of Interior’s temporary ban on new developments near the park, and the fate of the Greater Chaco Landscape remains in limbo. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(56, 56, 56); color: #383838;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chaco is like no other place on earth. It is a living cultural landscape with significant architecture, pictographs and petroglyphs, and other resources that are reminders of the economic, agricultural, and ceremonial hub. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="https://protectchaco.wordpress.com/2019/12/05/time-running-out-to-protect-chaco/" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333;"> </span><span style="color: #ea0c0b;">http://bit.ly/36lgQ2W</span></a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333;"><a href="https://protectchaco.wordpress.com/2019/12/05/time-running-out-to-protect-chaco/" target="_blank"> </a>– </span></span><span style="caret-color: rgb(56, 56, 56); color: #383838; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic;">By Paul Reed, Archaeology Southwest</span><br />
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<span style="color: #383838; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please take a moment to follow the link to learn more. </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(56, 56, 56); color: #383838;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Greater Chaco Landscape connects the people of the American Southwest to our shared heritage, and it must be granted official federal protections before it is lost forever.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(56, 56, 56); color: #383838;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Carlan</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-32915175540063427262019-11-30T17:49:00.002-08:002019-12-11T11:49:51.188-08:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Guadalupe Outlier - Greater Chaco Landscape</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Over twenty years ago I was wandering around out in the Greater Chaco Landscape of New Mexico. Nancy and I were living in Seattle. A conversation with a friend had led to me making a trip to New Mexico and spending some time in his family's cabin near Cuba, NM. Driving north from Albuquerque Cabezon loomed large on the horizon. Over the next week I explored dirt roads leading out into a stunning landscape. Stopping often to make photographs, it was a photographer's holiday. Meeting a local rancher, he asked "are you looking for the old Indian ruins"? He pointed me in the direction along the mesas by the river. I found Guadalupe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Much has changed over those twenty years. The site was discovered in the early 1970's. Located on BLM land it is the responsibility of the BLM for the stewardship of this sacred site. Nancy and I have returned numerous times to this very special place. We have seen many changes. Most not for the better. Once a location found as it was when the Ancestral Chacoans left, today the BLM has desecrated the site with metal roofs placed on sacred kivas, cemented walls, and the removal of most of the signs of the Pueblo People. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Last week I flew the site to document and record the site conditions. My heart was saddened by what I saw. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">On May 30, 2019, the National Trust announced its annual list of 11 most endangered places. </span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">America's 11 Most Endangered Historic Places</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">is a list of places in the United States</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">that the National Trust for Historic Preservation</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">considers the most endangered. It aims to inspire Americans to preserve examples of cultural heritage that could be "relegated to the dustbins of history" without intervention.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #0d0d0d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">At the top of the list is Ancestral and Sacred Sites of Southeast Utah. This includes Bears Ears, Combs Ridge, and Hovenweep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;">Since taking office, the Trump administration has offered almost 19 million acres of public land for oil and gas leasing—an area larger than the entire state of West Virginia. All this is being done at the same time the administration is revising the management plans for more than 24 million acres of public land and proposing to slash conservation protections by 80%.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Help us as we </span><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px;">strive</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> to document and </span><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px;">preserve cultural, sacred sites, and endangered landscape in the Southwest. To learn how you can help visit <a href="http://www.questionofpower.org/support.html" target="_blank">Question of Power</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-56824664491590767452019-10-25T14:57:00.003-07:002019-10-25T15:00:24.532-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>112,000 Acres of Public Lands Leased by the BLM </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Since the beginning of 2018 the BLM has leased 112,000 acres of Public Lands in Southeast Utah. This is all part of the Greater Chaco Landscape. In many cases as little as 2% of the recently leased land has been surveyed for cultural and sacred sites. There are 1700 known sacred sites in three recent lease sales. The Trump administration immediately targeted this region for development by reducing the size of Bears Ears National Monument by nearly 85% and leaving that previously protected landscape open to mineral, oil and gas development.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Last week I spent time in part of the Bears Ears previously protected landscape, an area called Valley of the Gods. Standing under a brilliant blue sky surrounded by red sandstone mesas, buttes, and towers, all </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">remnants of an ancient landscape, it was a time and place to renew my soul. Difficult to imagine the long term effects of opening up this and the surrounding landscape for oil and gas industrialization now that protection for the areas has been removed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Conservation and tribal groups are criticizing the Bureau of Land Management for its latest oil and gas lease sale of more than 70,000 acres of public land in Utah. The sale, which occurred this week, brought in around $1.63 million, according to the BLM, more than half of which came from 32,027 acres in San Juan County. The sale is the third since March 2018 to include land between Bears Ears and Canyon of the Ancients National Monument, much of which conservation groups say should not be leased. “This area has more archaeological sites than any other area open to oil and gas drilling in the United States,” said Josh Ewing, director of Bluff-based conservation group Friends of Cedar Mesa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The All Pueblo Council of Governors; San Juan County Commission; the Navajo Utah Commission; the Town of Bluff and the National Parks Conservation Association (NPCA) were among those that sent letters to the BLM and Utah Governor Herbert, asking them to stop the leases near Hovenweep National Monument from advancing.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-26251607030470688602019-08-04T22:05:00.000-07:002019-08-04T22:12:43.368-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 12 - Cashmere, WA - End of HWY 2</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Final day traveling the Great Northern. Filled Ol' Sport with the last tank of high test. Filled me with a big breakfast and several cups of steaming hot coffee. Heading into Tumwater Canyon HWY 2 sweeps through the evergreen conifer forests winding along the raging Wenatchee River. Rolled on the throttle, leaned and pressed into the turns...WOW...What a Ride! Shadows on the road filled with cold air. Couldn't help but think of the past two weeks on the road with O'l Sport. Didn't want it to end. Maybe we could just keep going down the road together forever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the crest of the Cascades the road climbs up and over 4,061 foot Steven Pass. The highest and northern most Cascade pass. A popular ski area, Stevens Pass dishes out grand views of the surrounding peaks. Stopped to take it all in. Didn't want the moment to end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From Stevens Pass it is a downhill run to the end of HWY 2 in Everett. A few miles down the narrow curving asphalt a small pull-off provides access to one of the regions prettiest and most powerful cascades of bone-chilling snowmelt. Deception Falls is the perfect example of a classic roaring waterfall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Far too quickly I was out of the tranquility of the Cascades and on the final leg of my 2800 mile journey. Pulling into Emerald City Harley-Davidson to drop off Ol' Sport I was met by my two beautiful granddaughters and family. The perfect ending. My daughter made a special dinner of fresh caught local salmon tonight. As we sat around the table talking and laughing about some of my road stories, it became clear what I had experienced the past two weeks on the road. I had experienced America. The land, the places, the people that make up our great country. America the Beautiful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">O'l Sport and me. Just a couple of cool dudes traveling light and simple down that ribbon of highway which connects us all together. Gonna really miss O'l Sport. Handed over his key with a misty eye. Had a hard time walking away. Stopped and took one final look back. Put a big smile on my face. O'l Sport and me. What a time together. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A favorite Hunter Thompson quote keeps running over and over in my head tonight...</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming <b>"Wow! What a Ride!"</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kickstand down western end of HWY 2 - 136 miles. Missing havin' O'l Sport's key tonight hangin' on my belt loop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-74281601951951402782019-08-03T20:49:00.003-07:002019-08-03T20:58:22.474-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 11 - Wilbur, WA - Cashmere, WA</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Peaceful sleep last night in Wilbur. Hope they get the relaxation bed fixed before my next visit. The Columbia Basin has been the centerpiece of massive project dams and reclamation projects. Beginning in 1934 Grand Coulee Dam is one of the civil engineering wonders of the world. At the southern end of the dam project HWY 2 crosses Grand Coulee. A big body of beautiful blue water. The area is a popular spot for boaters and anglers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One of the last of eastern Wahington's unirrigated landscapes is the Moses Coulee. The Coulee is an 800-foot deep gorge bounded by vertical walls of brown and black volcanic basalt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From the rolling plains above, HWY 2 cuts down into the coulee, then back up the other side, passing through some of the Columbia River Basin's sole remaining sagebrush and giving a strong sense of how profoundly irrigation has change the region.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Standing at the center of fertile wheat fields 10 miles east of the Columbia River backed off the throttle entering Waterville. The town was built in 1886 with a population of 1162 strong individuals today. Stopped for gas, but the pumps weren't working.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On the road for eleven days now. R</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">hythm</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> of the road is deep in my soul. Been missing some good fresh fruit. Feil Orchard...The Good Fruit People. Two brothers growing some of the best peaches, apples, and pears in the greater Wenatchee area since 1906.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pulled to a stop. Put the kickstand down, had one of the sweetest, run down your arm </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">juicy</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> as you bite into it, peaches I have ever eaten. Size of an apple, absolutely melted in my mouth. Could go on but I won't. Wenatchee is the commercial center of the Wenatchee Valley, and one of the world's most productive apple growing regions in the world. Not to mention peaches!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With the rugged Cascade Range on the horizon HWY 2 left the lower plains and headed directly into forest covered hills and glacier carved peaks. Stopped in Cashmere tonight. World famous for Applets and Cotlets. Visited the factory. Ate my way through the sample room. Highly suggested when you are in the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hard to think about putting the kickstand down on Ol' Sport tomorrow at the end of HWY 2. Actually...don't want to even think about it yet...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kickstand down Cashmere, WA. 162 Miles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How many cords, chargers, batteries, memory cards...list goes on and on...does it take to be a photographer <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">in this current age of</span> technology. Biggest challenge on the road is to make sure each morning everything is rounded up, coiled up, packaged up, and loaded up before you saddle up. Let's see, sure don't want to miss any ups. Sweep the room. Triple check all the outlets for devices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Light rain this morning gave me a reason to delay taking off early. Chance to do some laundry in the room. Conair works as a good dryer while sipping coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stopped in at AJ's Cafe in Priest for some breakfast. All the 6 AM regulars have their own coffee cup with name in this three calendar cafe. Reminded me of my grandfather's barber shop in Arizona where every regular customer had their own shaving mug. Nice to know these kinds of communities are still part of our country today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The past two weeks have seen and stopped in a lot of small towns along HWY 2. Some are deserted, some just holding on, some striving to be renewed. Good to see a breath of new life along the way. Hope would be for the renewal not to be one which loses the original character which build the foundations of these communities. Time will tell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leaving Idaho HWY 2 becomes 150 miles of rolling farmland east of the Cascades. Dark spots suddenly appear from the side of the road. Ol' Sport and me sweep quick to the left and then to the right. It's a flock of wild turkeys deciding to cross the highway. A blip of the throttle and Ol' Sport has those turkeys rushing back into the wheat fields where they belong. Good thing. Wrong time of year for a Thanksgiving dinner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Small-scale framing limped along here for over a century. The region underwent a wholesale change after WW II. Irrigation water from reclamation projects turned sagebrush plains into the proverbial amber waves of grain spreading to the horizon against an (almost) always blue sky filled with never ending clouds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Handlebars straight. Not a curve in sight. Directly across the heart of this sparsely populated, nearly treeless region to Wilbur, WA. where an old service station has been brought back to life as a drive-by expresso stand. Must be getting close to Seattle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hoping for some relaxation after 10 days on the road...disappointed in Wilbur tonight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kickstand down Wilbur, WA - 165 windy miles (that's headwind windy miles)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-55060700782686621022019-08-01T22:07:00.001-07:002019-08-01T22:07:23.612-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 9 - Kalispell, MT - Priest River, ID</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This morning in Kalispell I was searching for a good breakfast. Hungry...ready eat. Eating across Montana has has been an interesting experience. Whenever the word "interesting" is used the actual meaning may be up in the air. Sometimes Goggle or Trip Advisor works...sometime not. Took a chance. Plugged in The Knead Cafe in Google Maps. Rode up and stopped in front of a nondescript building. Open? Not Open? Tried the door. Sure happy I did. Alissa met me with a smile, filled a cup with local brewed coffee, and served up the best carrot scone I have ever eaten. She also shared local information on some places down the road not to miss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ordered up a mouth watering breakfast that did not disappoint. Now maybe I am carrying on a bit about a breakfast. Here are the facts: been on the road for 10 days, almost forgotten what great food tastes like. To tell the truth couldn't eat it all. Eyes bigger than my stomach. Wrapped up that tasty scone and enjoyed it down the road a ways.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 west of Kalispell was a perfect two laner. Hardly another car, smooth road, enough twistys to satisfy any biker, scenery out of this world. Doesn't get any better. Took a break at McGregor Lake to take it all in and finish that incredible carrot scone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How big is Montana? It stretches for over 650 miles east to west. HWY 2 takes you all the way across. The state covers an area larger than New England and New York put together, but has a total population small the that of Hartford, Connecticut.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Between Libby and Troy the Kootenai River weaves it's course along the road. It hits it's lowest point at Troy which is nearly the state's lowest elevation - 1,892 feet above sea level.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A popular stopping point is called the Kootenai Swinging Bridge. The rickety old swinging bridge sways from cables suspended 50 feet above the green water of the river. Walked out to make a photograph from the middle the bridge. It never stopped swinging...and swaying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Crossing into Idaho roughly five miles east of the Washington border, Priest River is a busy lumber town with two huge Louisiana Pacific mills dominating the local economy. Watering the logs to keep them cool. Has to be done. Prevents instant combustion from the heat generated from stacking the logs together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So many bugs on my leathers. Ol' Sport is covered from headlight to taillight with them. Have to stop every few miles to clean my dark glasses. Even the bears in the area know that "Bikers Taste Like Bugs". Makes you feel much safer knowing a bear might rather eat a bug than a biker...maybe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Met Anthony and Alex this morning as I was saddling up in Shelby. Black Barons from South Africa. Harley riders.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">They had picked up rental bikes in San Francisco. Ridden up the coast. Headed east on HWY 2. Were on their way to Sturgis and points beyond for the next three weeks. Shared road stories. Even touched on world politics. The world is a small place these days. New brothers together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Air was cool and fresh. So cool it felt good wearing most of the clothing I had packed for the trip. Cut Bank is popularly known as the coldest city in the US...mostly thanks to the presence of a US Weather Service monitoring station. But then again...who is to question a 27 foot-tall pengiun making a weather statement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Twenty-two miles west of Cut Bank, a much abused monument along HWY 2 points out the most northerly point reached by Lewis and Clark on their cross-country expedition. On July 23, 1806 Lewis searching for the headwaters of the Marias River made it to this spot he called Camp Disappointment before turning back because of bad weather. Couldn't help but think how Chief Joseph and the Nez Perce had saved the lives of Lewis and Clark's entire expedition during one long winter when they were without food and shelter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's hard heading west on HWY 2 to believe that, despite having covered nearly 2,000 miles of undulating Pine and Prairie Plains I was yet to see and reach the mountains. Cresting a hill suddenly there they were...the rugged Rocky Mountains.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Parking my trusty Sportster took a moment to breathe in the fresh mountain air. A major realization hit me hard right between the eyes. All bikers name their motorcycles. Why was I still calling my bike a Sportster? How impersonal. Had I not the past few days experienced some difficult road conditions...yet handled them with confidence and style on the Sportster. This bike has to be one of the funnest Harley's I have ever ridden. Not named yet? What have I been thinking? Suddenly standing along the road it came to me. Ol' Sport. Yes, it's </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">a friendly term of endearment used between equals, like buddy or the decidedly more modern... dude. Ol' Sport and me from this moment on heading down the road together...just a couple of cool dudes.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">HWY 2 runs along the southern border of Glacier National Park. Traffic turning into the Park was congested and bumper to bumper. But </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Ol' Sport and I spent the rest of the day pressing and leaning into the twisty turns along the Flathead River on HWY 2. A beautiful ride together into Kalispell, MT. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Be strong, be safe, Talon and Ol' Sport</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-62089247180110956492019-07-30T20:05:00.001-07:002019-07-30T20:05:17.907-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 7 - Malta, MT - Shelby, MT</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stopped at the Hitchin' Post Cafe in Malta this morning lookin' for a two calendar breakfast. Steph welcomed me in, greeted me with a smile, served up a real road trip breakfast, and kept my coffee cup full. Place just simply put a big smile on my face. Real Montana small town folks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Out on HWY 2 had a light wind from the east gently pushing me down the road. Sun warming my back, smooth road. Outside of Harlem, on the Fort Belknap Indian Reservation made a quick u-turn as an old abandon boarded up pink church caught my eye. In 1840, a wandering Jesuit priest named Pierre-Jean DeSmet arrived at the Three Forks of the Missouri River and was greeted by bands of Salish, Nez Perce and Shoshoni people. The St. Mary Mission was constructed. The church was commonly recognized as the first permanent European settlement in Montana. A 128-year history of The Pink Church at Fort Belknap concluded in 2015. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At Chinook detoured south on HWY 240 called the Nez Perce trail for 18 miles. Headed to Bear Paw Battlefield. In September of 1877 Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce was striving to lead his people to Canada to escape and keep their freedom. In a surprise attack at dawn on September 30, 400 US Army troops laid siege to the Nez Perce camp.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bear Paw was still and quiet when I arrived. The area has not changed since that fateful day. Written on a plaque overlooking the battlefield... "Far from our beautiful homeland, upon this quiet terrain of our Earth Mother, the spirits now forever bear silent witness to our people's painful and tragic encounter with Manifest Destiny. This is a place of mourning, not just for memorializing a past, but as a place for letting go of what might have been. Nations consecrate other battlefields in memory of lives lost, so too, may each of us now consecrate this place on behalf of our ancestors' exhausted bid for freedom."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After five days of battle, at 2 PM on October 5 Chief Joseph declared to the Nez Perce Camp his decision to end the fighting is to save his people. Handing over his rife at this rock he stated briefly and simply. <i>"Our chiefs are dead, the little children are freezing to death. My people have no blankets, no food...I want to have time to look for my children and see how many I can find...Hear me, my chiefs, I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more, forever." </i>This date in history effectively marked the end of the Indian Wars of the Plains.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back on HWY 2 three distinctive buttes on the horizon are called collectively the Sweet Grass Hills. West Butte, the closest and highest, rises 3,000 feet above the plains. Together these three buttes make this range the most prominent in north central Montana. Some of Blackfeet’s oldest stories and traditions involve these hills. According to Blackfeet tradition, Old Man made the Sweet Grass Hills with rocks he carried with him after creating the earth.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Needed an ice cream. East of Shelby found a real "hand dipped" double scoop ice cream cone. The cone was filled all the way to the bottom with cold, creamy smooth, chocolate ice cream. Making sure to put the "Sugar Shack Diner" on my list of places to return to.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-18465102593964222522019-07-29T20:19:00.001-07:002019-07-29T20:19:50.185-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 6 - Williston, ND - Malta, MT</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Just west of Williston this morning atop the banks at the confluence of the Yellowstone and Missouri Rivers stopped at the Fort Union Trading Post. The trading post was once the largest and busiest outpost on the upper Missouri River.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In 1804, Lewis and Clark visited the site, which they called "a judicious position for the purpose of trade". Twenty-five years later John Jacob Astor's American Fur Company established an outpost here. Linked by steamboat with St Louis some 1,800 miles away, the trading post reigned over the northern plains. The post was abandoned as the fur trade declined in the 1850's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Leaving the trading post and heading west the Fort Peck Reservation stretches for nearly 100 mile along HWY 2. Today it is home to 6.800 Assiniboine and Yanktonai Sioux, but much of the area is owned by non-natives as a result of the unscrupulous land dealings encouraged by the 1887 Dawes Act. The landscape here becomes gentle rolling hills with horses standing proud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Suddenly rising up over a low hill ancient creatures appeared along the highway. Looking again, more appeared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Grazing, rising on rocks, roaming and controlling the landscape. It was a sudden blur along the road. There...then gone. Maybe it was a glare off my handle bars...I dared to turn around and check. Maybe too many bumps in the road had shaken my imagination.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 through the Milk River Valley today was the two laner you always dream of riding. No wind, no traffic, blue skies, two lanes smooth as silk. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">The highway unfolded under my tires carrying me across the landscape to a never ending horizon. Two other riders pass by taking in the moment of the road. Just doesn't get any better on two wheels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Stopped at Sleeping Buffalo Rock ten miles west of Saco. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A nearby wind-swept ridge overlooking the Cree Crossing on the Milk River was the original resting place of this ancient weather-worn effigy. There the boulder sat as the leader of a herd of reclining buffalo envisioned in an outcrop of granite. Incised markings made in the distant past define its horns, eyes, backbone, and ribs. Since late prehistoric times, native peoples of the Northern Plains have revered the Sleeping Buffalo’s spiritual power. Oral traditions reveal that it was well known to the Cree, Chippewa, Sioux, Assiniboine, and Gros Ventre as well as the more distant Blackfeet, Crow, and Northern Cheyenne. Stories passed from generation to generation tell how the “herd” fooled more than one buffalo-hunting party.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I gently placed an offering of tobacco in the ancient incised horns of the buffalo. </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This timeless rock continues to figure prominently in traditional Native ceremonies. It provides a link to ancestral peoples of the high plains and the long ago time when, as one elder put it, “The power of the prairie was the buffalo.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thanked the Grandfathers for a safe journey. For a life filled with joy and peace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-89181877283559769152019-07-28T17:52:00.001-07:002019-07-28T17:52:48.397-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 Day 5 - Rugby, ND - Williston, ND</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On the west end of Rugby passed by the Northern Lights sculpture this morning. Talking to a local last night was told the city wanted to build a monument to the town. Had the bright idea to build a sculpture which could light up the norther sky. Built the sculpture, fired up the lights...didn't have much affect. So much for a bright idea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The other big landmark in Rugby is a stone cairn marking the actual geographical center of North America. Met a family traveling from Texas. Shared a smile and wave. Never know who you might meet at the exact center spot of North America.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 twists up and through a hundred miles of gentle hills residuals of the great Ice Age glaciers. Along the way old villages whiz by. Huge grin elevators along the road look more like spacecraft engines.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Beautiful Sunday morning. Had the road all to myself. Began to think how smooth the road felt. Like sailing over the landscape at 65 mph. Suddenly no warning...no signs...quick as a blink...was sliding first right...then left...then right again on loose gravel covered with oil. It was a Sunday morning moment with the Sportster. Closed the throttle, held the bars straight. Found a line with a bit less gravel. After a mile finally a orange sign. "Loose rocks and fresh oil for next 20 miles." Long 20 miles. Sportster rode like a solid pony. Gave the tank a warm pat at the end of the 20. We were one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Stopped in Stanley looking for the 1902 Rexall Drug Store that was listed in the road books as still serving whirl-a-whip at an old fashion soda fountain. As Bob Dylan said so well..."the times they are a changin' ".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Forty miles east of Williston HWY 2 crosses the Bakken Formation. The Bakken Formation is a rock unit from the Late Devonian to Early Mississippian age occupying about 200,000 square miles of the subsurface of the Williston Basin, underlying parts of Montana, North Dakota, Saskatchewan and Manitoba. The formation was initially described by geologist J.W. Nordquist in 1953. Here the plains give way to man camps, oil platforms, pump sites, with orange plumes of flaring dotting the landscape. Energy for America.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Williston, ND once was a classic, just big enough, one movie theater town. It has a long history as boom or bust. Once know for wheat growing, today it is a hub for oil-pumping industries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-58073230828885680522019-07-27T19:39:00.000-07:002019-07-27T19:39:29.591-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 4 Fosston, MN - Rugby, ND</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slept good last night in the tiny town of Fosston, MN. Fosston holds one of two stoplights on this 100 mile stretch of US HWY 2. The town also marks the sudden switch between the Great Plains and the Great North Woods. The town motto is appropriate..."Fosston, Where the Plains Meet the Pines".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heading west HWY 2 passes through once prairie lands now cultivated into fields of sugar beets, sunflowers, and wheat. The local sugar beet industry pulls in a billion dollars a year. The northern Great Plains is the birthplace of Cream of Wheat cereal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a good day to ride. Just ride...clear the head...quiet the white noise...feel the wind on your knees...the sun on your back. No semi's, few cars, other bikers simply experiencing the freedom of the road. As the miles passed under my tires I couldn't help but think about how less is more. How being on the open road can fulfill so much in our lives. Met local folks at each gas stop today. Took time to share stories. Learned from them first hand about their lives, their part of this special country. Can't put a dollar value on that kind of experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Made s short stop in Devils Lake, ND. Sent a text to a friend to let him know I was traveling through. He and his son met me at the local McDonalds. His son made a special sign to welcome me to Devils Lake. Never alone on the road. Always meeting someone with a special smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only carry a few extra clothes with me when I ride. Less is more. Needed to do some laundry tonight. What more could you ask for. Wash your underwear and socks, lift weights, and get fit all at the same time. Doesn't get any better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kickstand down Rugby, ND 228 Miles. Geographical Center of North America. More about that in the morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-20383967456143332842019-07-26T19:32:00.001-07:002019-07-26T19:36:20.346-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 3 - South Range, WI - Fosston, MN </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jolted out of deep sleep early this morning with loud claps of thunder and bright flashes of lightning bouncing off the walls of my room. Here in the U.P they call it "Lake Effect". Looking out the window easy to define "LE" as a wet cold day ahead. There is an adage when you ride a motorcycle about weather..."as soon as you suit up the rain will stop". Suited up with full rain gear before leaving the motel. Rain stopped shortly down the road.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sky was gray, low ceiling, so much moisture in the air water drops were forming on my goggles. Light felt soft and peaceful. I call it quiet light. Good time to ride and think. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Started thinking about the bike and what I had experience on it in only a few days on the road. Riding a Sportster. Basic bike Harley has made for years and years. Nothing fancy. A solid, classic, great running motorcycle. Traveling with a sissy bar and duffle bag. Ala...Bronson.. if you remember that TV Series in the seventies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Just on the road. Feeling it, knowing it, experiencing it. As I rode along began to realize how many folks had commented on the "bitchin" bike. At gas stations, stop lights, parking lots...same words..."bitchin bike..where you headed"? No need to question it. Less is more. On this bike it's all about the ride.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pull into Grand Rapids, MN. Need to find a grocery store. Need some fresh fruit. Lookin' for a banana. Off to the side of the local grocery store was a small booth with Harley's parked all around. Met Jerry hocking' hot dogs and soft drinks supporting A.B.A.T.E. (American Bikers for Awareness, Training and Education). Got a dog and a coke and a great conversation with Jerry. He was riding' a Sportster with 52,000 miles on it. Only thing he had done was buy tires. We shared Sportster stories.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Melisa joined the conversation and asked if we could do a "selfie" with my bike. Before I knew it there were more requests. "Bitchin Bike" was the word of the day. Was invited to spend a day or two with the locals to ride together and share their part of the country. Only sorry I had to put some miles on down the road. Plan to hang out longer next time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-35334913701217457042019-07-25T18:34:00.001-07:002019-07-25T18:34:33.527-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 2 - Crystal Falls, MI to South Range, WI</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Morning seemed to come quickly after the encounter with Bigfoot yesterday. Had to think...maybe it was all just a dream? Time to get on the road. Needed the time to clear my thoughts. Leaving Crystal Falls HWY 2 west turns into a classic two laner. Few cars. The road was mine. Wind on my back. Surrounded by green. Blue sky dotted with a few puffy white clouds. Just doesn't get any better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pulled into the old main street of Ironwood MI. Ironwood is the western most U.P town. Population 6,800. In it's payday it was the center of the Gogebic Range iron mining district. The area is now about a fifth of what is was during the 1920's peak. The center of Ironwood is easy to miss. Rode slowly through town looking for Joe's Pasty Shop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joe's has been serving pasties since 1946. Holds the claim of being the very first pasty shop in the U.P. Walking in it was easy to see the place has not changed in over 70 years. Finish on the counter has been rubbed off from customers enjoying pasties over the years. Met Mary. With a smile she quickly asked "Traditional or Cornish". The Cornish was the quintessential miner food. It was introduced 100-odd years ago by the immigrant Cornish miners. The Cornish is beef, potatoes, onions, and rutabagas. She served one up hot from the oven. Quickly decided Joe's was definitely a four calendar cafe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All over town the sides of buildings are covered with murals and tributes to the miners of the community.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The faces and names are real. Felt as if it would be easy to reach out and shake hands with the individuals who worked the iron mines to produce steel for the building of America.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a small hillside park just south of downtown is a 52 foot high statue of Hiawatha, the fictional hero of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's famous poem. A tribute to the beginning history of our country.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">HWY 2 continues to wind through forests and meadows. Entering Wisconsin passed through the Bad River Reservation. 1,800 descendants of the original Ojibwa Loon Clan who settled near the delta live here today. Lake Superior filled the horizon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kickstand down tonight South Range, WI 220 miles. The beauty and history of this stunning land fills my thoughts tonight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-81656171636123851492019-07-24T20:35:00.000-07:002019-07-24T20:40:37.625-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">HWY 2 - Day 1 - St Ignace, MI to Crystal Falls, MI</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Left St Ignace this morning as the sun was breaking the horizon of Lake Michigan. HWY 2, dubbed the Great Northern, in memory of the pioneer railroad, is truly the most stunning and unforgettable, not to mention the longest, of all the great transcontinental two laners. The day would take me along the shoreline of Lake Michigan, into and out of Wisconsin, an opportunity to fully experience the "Lake Effect", </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">eating a pasty for the first time, and coming face to face with Bigfoot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Mackinac Bridge at St Ingance is what locals like to call the "Eighth Wonder of the World". It is one of the longest suspension bridges in the world at 7.400 feet (with its approaches, the total length is over five miles). Total length of wire in main cables is 42,000 miles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sand dunes, grasses, waves, never ending horizon. For a moment it seemed as if I could be standing along an ocean shore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Signs along the road for </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">pasties Jack's Pasty, Mary's Pasty, Bill's Pasty. Best pasty in the UP. (That's upper peninsula) Had to have one. Stopped at Dobber's Pasties in Escanaba. Taylor handed me a hot out of the oven with gravy meat pasty. Shared the history of the pasty with me. When the iron mines were in full operation in the UP the miners wife's would put together the dinner left overs in a dough pie. Bake until perfectly crisp crust. Still a main stay in the area. They bake hundreds of pasties a day at Dobbers. It was a four calendar experience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Big miner with a pick beside the road. Got my attention. Iron Mountain mine. Began mining in last 1800's. Ore was transported by rail to the Great Lakes, loaded on steamers, shipped across the lake, ending up in the iron foundries in PA. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Near Crystal Falls movement in the woods along the side of the road caught my attention. Could it be Bigfoot. Definitely well know for sightings in the area.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hit the brakes, pulled to the side of the road in a spray of gravel. Yes, it was Bigfoot. What was that on his head? A cap? Was that what I thought it was? Cap with Harley logo? Should I try to make contact with a fellow biker? He WAS wearing a biker vest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pulled into the Bigfoot Hideway Motel in Crystal Falls. He followed me to the parking lot. He pointed to my bike. Let me tell you, when Bigfoot points you respond.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Before I knew it...Bigfoot was in the saddle. He was a Biker Bigfoot at heart...and the grin on his face said it all as he patted the tank with a loving hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Kickstand down Crystal Falls, MI 230 miles. Enjoying a moment with a new biker buddy on HWY 2.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Carlan</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the motel this morning realized I can't leave Milwaukee without seeing where the Mother Ship had it's actual beginnings. Found the simple wooden shed where the first Harley heartbeat was heard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A little additional looking around discovered the actual first motorcycle Harley and Davidson designed and assembled. Morning well spent!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kickstand down in St Ignace, MI tonight at the Pines Motel. Wind was blowing from more directions than a compass has bearings for today. Had to use ziplocks to keep my leathers from unsnapping. Good to be at the beginning point for the ride west.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two things to look for when you are on the road. Local cafe with two to three calendars on the wall...not found today. Room with a door to hang your leathers on, clean bathroom, and always a coffee pot. Check. Ready to head west on Hwy 2 tomorrow. Be looking for Big Foot. Heard he had been sighted crossing HWY 2 near Crystal Falls.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351523110785473781.post-83462953347639677162019-07-22T19:03:00.000-07:002019-07-22T19:29:22.232-07:00<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Mother Ship</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At 3am this morning the annoying musical alarm interrupted my deep dreams. Ever have a moment like this? What day is it? What am I suppose to be doing? Ok...reality creeps in. Need to get up. This is not a dream. Catching a flight today to visit the Mother Ship in Milwaukee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Two flights and seven hours later the dream becomes a reality. Standing at the exact location where Harley-Davidson had it's humble beginnings. It is the Mother Ship of the motorcycle world. Met the team from HOG Magazine. Incredible people. Dedicated, sincere, brothers and sisters each one. A classic Sportster stands proudly ready. Strap on my bag, hit the switch, roll on the throttle, rumble of the pipes...nothing feels like a Harley.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Headed to St. Ingance, MI in the morning to ride US HWY 2, the Great Northern, west across this beautiful country of ours to the Pacific Ocean and Seattle. Stay tuned. This is what American is all about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">BTW: They really do know how to brew great beer in Milwaukee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Greater Chaco Landscape contains vast expanses of incredible eroded rock formations of every color and form, ancient fossil forests, and complete dinosaur skeletons. Most of these areas are Public Lands managed by the BLM. Some are protected as wilderness areas; others are virtually open to future oil and gas industrialization. The Valley of Dreams is presently not classified for protection by the BLM.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Valley of Dreams is one of the most stunning landscapes I have ever worked in. It is a very special place. How long these areas will remain as they are is an unknown. Oil and gas industrialization has increased 400 percent in the last decade in the Greater Chaco Landscape. <a href="https://youtu.be/yiatXv51tCg" target="_blank">Click here to see and experience this Greater Chaco Landscape Sacred Site</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">be strong, be safe, Talon</span></div>
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