As usual , the first ride of the year is to see my sweet Mother.This year she didn't wait for us to arrive , she passed away peacefully while we were enroute. Needless to say my heart ached and hurt the entire trip . I love you and consider it to be an honor to be your son.
Murals in 29 Palms , Ca.
Superstition Mtn. across the road from Goldfield.
Old man in Goldfield and Stacie wishing for a little Don't Be Cruel.
Watson Lake,AZ. was a nice suprise and very windy. We thought the tent would blow away and alnight I was awake waiting for the bikes to go Boom!
How do you get all that on the bikes , very carefully. View of San Joaquin Valley out of Mckittrick,Ca.
Golden Gate , great view , It is a government mandate that you Must take a photo no matter how many youv'e taken in previous years.
Stewarts Point Hiway 1 Ca. had the best Breakfast Burrito here and after this it got so windy we had trouble just keeping bikes upright when stopped.Great view of the coast just South of Ft. Bragg, we headed inland for reprieve from the wind.
Stacie and her chicken dance bird on the F650
Bikes getting loaded and ready to go.
We had rain ,rain,and more rain on the way to Az. it rained so hard that streets were flooded and gave us a chance for water crossing experience's LOL.
Billy in Redwood N.P.
Stacie waiting for the road to open due to a jack knifed semi , yes we got lots of snow again this year and it was on the coast side Ca,
We found out Sharon ( Stacie long time Friend) had Breast cancer and was scheduled for surgery so we stopped in for an overnight . Brenda(left) showed up for a suprise to us and we all enjoyed the evening and the women got caught up on all things new to them.
It seems the past is always in my rear view mirror .LOL
It was bike week in Phoenix and this was a contraption that caught my eye.
Steve an Army buddy whom I haven't seen since 1978 drove to Phoenix so we could have some breakfast . Was great to see him and I hope it isn't another 30 odd years before we get together again.
Billy at Watson Lake, glad the rattle snakes weren't home.
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