RIP Mike Sidelko

 

Mike Sidelko; Viet Nam Veteran of the 101st Airborne Division and my good friend shown here at our Cook Out the day before we left on the trip.

Rest in Peace; we will miss you but your memory will live in our hearts until we join you "inside the wire"

 

Pat finally agrees to go for a Harley ride. I sense that a "road trip" is in her future. She quickly adapted to riding and all the skills she had as a safe rider from our early days returned. We only did about 60 miles today but that's not bad for a first time in all these years. Maybe we'll ride to northern Michigan before it gets too cold.

Public Access to the Photo Gallery

It seems the only people I can grant public access to the photo gallery are those who have G-Mail Accounts. So, Dave Stoops has agreed to begin transferring the photos to another photo website that will make it easier for more people to view the gallery. There are more than 1,000 photos out there so the job is time consuming and I'm sure it will take Dave more than a few minutes to get the job done. I've asked him to only move the most interesting ones (based on his own judgment) as not every photo is a Pulitzer Prize winner, unless McManus took it.
Thanks Dave for taking this project on.

Stand by for updates on this project.

Doc

On the Road Again?

Doc, I didn't know you're in NYC!

Cora and the crew at Perkins Restaurant

 

Cora honoring her brother Elmer

 

Our Marine is our only casualty

Jim (in photo) our USMC representative on the Ride was admitted to the hospital last night with shingles on his face. I spoke with him today but couldn't visit because they consider him to be contagious. Hopefully he won't be in there long and they will get him back to duty in a short time.

Get well soon, Jim. We've got more riding to do.

Doc, Ralph, Blue, Ric, Don, Bob etal.

The Ride is Officially Concluded

Last night my neighbor had Pat, Blue and I down for a barbecue and a recap of our our adventures. We had a grand time and filled them in on some of the details of the ride. Tom had followed us for the first 50 miles in his Porsche convertible but we couldn't convince him to stay with us; something about work and responsibility, whatever that means.

Today, Blue leaves for Chicago and our house will be back to the normal number of occupants. The "Ride" is officially over and it's been a rousing success. It will be a long time, if ever, before I can top what we did over the last three weeks.

The photo is Blue and I at the airport;
Safe Home Shipmate it's been a great ride.


Now it is all a treasured memory.

Doc

Getting back to normal routine

I've been up since 0330 when I discovered that Ralph had already left and is on his way back to South Carolina. Can't believe I didn't hear him get up; man must be a spook.

It's hard to believe this trip is over and is now just a memory. For the last 3 weeks at this time of day we would be breaking camp, enjoying Ralph's excellent coffee, and planning the day's ride.

Today Blue and I will be editing photos, and I'll be getting my gear stowed. It's raining so the "field day" on the bike will have to wait until later or even tomorrow or Sunday.

Monday everything returns to normal and I will go back to work and dream of the next adventure.

Day 19 and final day of the Ride

We left Belvidere, IL under cloudy and extremely humid conditions after a terrific barbecue of steaks, salads (of all kinds), fresh rolls and whatever beverages we needed. Kathy's family took us in and treated us like long lost and much beloved wayward sons and we really enjoyed our time with them.

But, like most things there is a time when they have to end and you move on to other adventures. The ride back to Michigan was fairly uneventful and we survived the heavy truck traffic in the Chicago area. We did have one interesting incident as we entered Indiana with a stray rock (more like a boulder). It seems Ralph collects big rocks from each state we visited and put them in the trailer to haul back to South Carolina. Well one of them decided to make a grand escape as we were traveling down I-94 in Indiana. I managed to avoid it but Jim took a direct hit in the front wheel. He managed to keep it under control and there was no apparent damage to his bike and we continued our journey home after removing the rocks from the trailer and re-stowing them in the bed of Ralph's truck.
Now we're trying to figure out if the "fore-endy" was MOT on the Marine or Ralph had enough of Jim's stories and told Blue "if that jarhead tells one more story about his mule rustling grandfather, Jim, I'm going to chunk a rock at him".
Whichever is true (if any of it is true) the end result is that we made it safely back to my house.
Now it's time to upload and sort the photos; reflect on the adventure we just had and savor the memories.
I'm not sure there will be any more posts so thank you to all who have followed along and encouraged us.

Special thanks to the members of SSMC who joined us for the Ride in Sandpoint, Idaho and gave us the ride of our lives through the mountains and valleys of Washington. Also, I'm remiss for not acknowledging and thanking Bob McManus and Dave and Terry Stoops for flying to Seattle to help us live out this adventure.

I now have fulfilled another item on my "bucket list" and will never forget the people I've met, the things I have seen and the bonds of friendship that have been forged with: Jim, Ralph and Blue

Doc

 
Tim Callahan gets his first ride on a "bagger" with a "geezer".

Day 18 of the Ride

We are taking a "down day" today in Belvidere, IL for some bike maintenance (oil change I hope); body maintenance (showers and clean clothes) and doing the laundry so we don't arrive back home with a ton of really dirty, grimy clothes.
We've been to the "Steam Plant" Diner already and had coffee and breakfast with Kathy's Dad, Don. A fine gentleman and Navy Veteran and we traded TINS with him.
Not sure what the rest of the day holds but I think a day of rest will do all of us good.

Just got back from the local Harley dealer and the oil has been changed and the bike given a "once over" to tighten anything that needed it. Most of the bugs and grime have been removed and everything should be ready to go in the morning when we get underway. The dealer, Kegel Harley Davidson, is the oldest continuously owned dealership in the U.S. I dealt with Kenny Kegel; the 4th generation family member to be a part of the business. Nice people and they treated me very well and had me back in service in about 30 minutes.

The rest of the day (and it is a hot one) will be spent just relaxing and enjoying polite company. Tonight it sounds like we're going to "have a barbie" according to Blue. Starting to wonder if he didn't have some "'roo" tails shipped over.

UPDATE:

I just shared the joys of motorcycling with Kathy's 15 year old son, Tim. Tim happens to be very close to the same age and size of my grandson and we went for a ride out in the country. He got to feel the wind in his face, the bugs bouncing off his helmet and the joy of open air riding. Photos later when we revive his mum.

Tomorrow we leave for home and the conclusion of a fantastic adventure.

Historical Trivia

 
Finally some honest advertising.

And nothing happened again today



Enjoying an outdoor dinner with Kathy and her family

 
This is my kind of restaurant; reserved parking. No Suzuki's allowed, sorry Jim

 
Blue finds a friend somewhere in southern Minnesota

Photos along the way Day 16 & 17

 
After we left Rapid City, we just had to stop at Wall Drugs in Wall SD. A truly amazing place where you can get just about anything you want or need.

Day 17 of the Ride

The internet connection at the campsite went down this morning so I couldn't update our progress. Then as we were breaking camp I realized I didn't have my camera. The Office wasn't open and I thought it might be in there where I had done some photo editing last night to hide from the mosquitoes. So we went to breakfast and figured we'd come back before we headed out and see if it was there. No such luck. So off we go and I figure I'm out a camera. But, luck was with me and as I was riding along it occurred to me that I had put it inside my sleeping bag cover. Next time we stopped I pulled it out and I was back in the photo business.

There is not much to see riding across southern Minnesota until you get to the Mississippi River, then you get to see high bluffs, the river and whatever wildlife happens to wander along.

Once we got into Wisconsin the traffic picked up considerably and we knew we were back in the populated areas. The ride through Chicago beckons us later this week and I'm not looking forward to it. I really enjoyed the freedom of the road out west; much more than the hectic pace of the urban areas.

We arrived in Belvidere, IL about 3:30 (1530) and met Kathy and her family. Truly nice people who welcomed us into their home for an overnight visit. We went out to a place called the "Smoke Coop" and I had some very good ribs.

Now we're all sitting around getting to know each other and thinking about hitting the rack for a good rest before we have to get back on the road again.

Tribute to Elmer Olmstead

 

Location is Black Hills National Cemetery between Sturgis and Rapid City, SD

Day 16 of the Ride

After a night in "Hogan's Alley" (4 of us in the same room at Motel 6); we got underway in cool but comfortable temperatures. We can see the storm clouds way ahead of us but don't think we'll catch up to the rain storms which does not make any of us unhappy. I much prefer to chase rain than to have it chasing me.

We're having lunch in Chamberlain, SD at a McDonald's with WiFi so we can update. We expect to camp somewhere in Minnesota this evening and then make the push to Belvidere to visit with Blue's friend Kathy and her family on Tuesday and Wednesday. We're making good time and the riding is pleasurable. More tonight if we get an internet connection, which we didn't have last night.


Ralph found us a great KOA campsite and we had another night under the stars. We decided that riding into town for another "fast food" dinner wasn't appealing so we went to the "General Store" and bought some bratwurst, beans, buns and a small charcoal burner and cooked our meal at the campsite. Toss in a couple of beers and it was food fit for a king. It's amazing how hungry you get after a full day of riding a motorcycle on the open highway. You also get very thirsty and I still haven't figured out how to drink from a water bottle at 70 MPH while (whilst) riding with one hand on the handlebars. The ride across eastern South Dakota into Minnesota was interesting in its sameness. The rolling hills, stretch out as far as the eye can see and there is very little to break it up. We were north of the badlands so we didn't get a chance to experience what it is like to ride through them. Yesterday I got to see up close why the Black Hills are called the "Black Hills". The pine trees that cover them are so dark that they appear black; it's the trees and not the soil that accounts for the name.

Day 15 of the Ride

This morning it is clear and cool and looks like it might be a good day of riding, once again. We're heading for Sturgis, Deadwood and Mt. Rushmore.

The day of riding to Deadwood and Sturgis was uneventful and we made good time along the highway. Deadwood has become a "glitzy" casino and tourist trap place and all the charm is gone. We fueled up and rode the back roads to Sturgis. Nice ride and we all bought t-shirts for the upcoming rally in 3 weeks. Not much else going on there so we headed to Cora's place for lunch and to do the memorial for her brother, Elmer Olmstead, a WWII submarine veteran. He's buried in the Black Hills National Cemetery and we all went out there. I played the pipes ("Going Home"), we took a couple of photos and then back to Cora's to change back into my riding gear and we headed out to Mt. Rushmore.

We got there about 1830 and it was nice but it's become rather "touristy" with a lot of extra things that, in my opinion, take away from the majesty of the sculpture. But, I'm glad we went, we had a wonderful time with Cora and learned a lot of the history of the area from her. She's a remarkable lady and I hope the memorial we did was a fitting tribute to her brother.

Ode to our journey

Written by one of our British Shipmates who goes by the name of Pedro; that's a story in itself.

Ode to the Bubblehead Bikers

You go out west and see the best that’s what Horace Greeley said.
A bunch of bubbleheads took his advise and on their way they sped
O’er dusty plains and mountain range they pushed their trusty steeds
Taking in wondrous sights as they moved along at law abiding speed

From familiar flatland majesty to the peaks where the eagle soars
To the north west of the continent where the Pacific Ocean roars
Upon the way they visited with shipmates that they had not seen
Since the days they served in boats when all were just umpteen.

From Rockies peaks down to Yellowstone and onto Cody town
They dropped in on Buffalo Bill, the Irma, and his museum crown
Then headed east to Montana to see the spot where Yellowhair fell
To tread the place where Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse made it hell

They’re headed for the Black Hills where Bill Hickock once was king
In Deadwood Gulch at the Saloon Ten where Wild Bill did his thing
South in Dakota to see an old friend Corabelle and all respects cement
To Dakota Slim, a brother and a buddy, with the bagpipes wild lament

God speed them home this band of brothers keep them in your keeping
Until they see the lights of home, spare their loved ones any weeping
They have done their thing, passed the test, so sign their qual card chit
They're just a bunch of great submariner's who don’t know when to quit


Pedro

Day 14 of the Ride

Hard to believe we've been at this for two weeks until I look at the bugs on my bike, and the condition of my clothes. But we're having fun and seeing some amazing sights.

Today we leave Cody after seeing the museum and will head to Battle of the Little Big Horn. From there it's down to Sheridan Wyoming where we hope to spend a little time with Ron Martini. Then it's off towards Sturgis and a visit to Mt. Rushmore. Probably won't get to that area until Sunday night.

We got to see the battlefield today and it is a sobering experience. If you put aside the fact that Custer made mistakes that cost him and his men their lives and just look at what occurred you can get the sense that both sides fought bravely for what they believed in and many of them paid the ultimate price.

The photo above shows the spot where Custer fell; it is the stone with the black emblem on it.

After leaving Little Big Horn we headed back south and had the good fortune to link up with Ron Martini. Ron was gracious enough to invite this band of "less than clean" to his house for lunch, refreshments and enough sea stories to keep up going for days. Thanks for the hospitality Ron; it was good to see you again and to have the opportunity to meet your wife and mum.

I presented Ron with a commemorative patch from the ride. His wife was surprised that I had a patch that he didn't already have. But Ron, was instrumental in helping me find the supplier who could make it so presenting it to him was only proper.

From Ron's house we raced a rainstorm to Buffalo, WY where we got our tent put up and gear stowed just before a major thunderstorm. This is the hardest it has rained during the trip and it was really blowing but the tent held and we stayed fairly dry. During the night it kicked up again but it didn't last long and we are none the worse for wear.

Meeting Old Shipmates is an extra benefit

While riding through Pocatello, Idaho I had the chance to catch up with Doc Reed who was our Corpsman on Skipjack. Doc is the one who took me under his wing and convinced me to become a Corpsman; he also taught me a lot about what it's like to grow up and mature. It was great to see him after 45 years and we jammed a lot of history (old and new) into a couple of hours over lunch.

Thanks Doc for taking a young kid and teaching him about life.

Day 13 of the Ride

It is a cold morning in West Yellowstone, Mt. We had a good evening camping about 25 miles outside the park and a very cold ride over here. I don't know what the wind chill is with 43F temperature at 65 MPH is but I can tell you this much; it's cold
The plan for today is to work our way through the park seeing as many of the beautiful sights as we can (Old Faithful for sure) and then exit on the east side and make our way to Cody, WY for a visit to the museums. Should have some excellent photos to post this evening of Yellowstone.

Yellowstone is everything I hoped it would be. It's different than Glacier; more regal like a Grand Dame. We entered from the West Side and were immediately treated to a herd of Elk grazing just the other side of a pristine river. Then we started climbing in the direction of Old Faithful. We had a few photo ops and stopped at the "paint pots" and took the hike. That hot water sure looked inviting and if I had the opportunity I'd have taken a bath in it.

Next was Old Faithful and it lived up to its reputation for being on time. The only surprise is that it doesn't make a lot of noise. For some reason I thought it would be a noisy explosion of water and gasses but it's not; still very impressive as you can see from the photo.

After the show we continued our ride east through the park where we saw a large black bear cross the road; no photos of that, then we came across some buffalo (see above) and crossed back over the Continental Divide at 8,391 feet. The bike performed without a hiccup at that elevation. Diesel must have done it some good.

We saw moose on the way out of the park but were not in an area where we could safely stop for photos.

From there we headed towards Cody, WY and along the way stopped at the Buffalo Bill Cody "Pahaska Tepee" for lunch. This is the original lodge he built in about 1904. The food was excellent and the service was satisfyingly slow so we could sit back and relax and rest up for the ride into Cody.

All the people along the way continue to be just fantastic. They are interested in who we are, where we came from and all the places we have seen.

Spending the night here (motel tonight) and will leave for "Battle of Little Bighorn" battlesite tomorrow.

Day 12 of the Ride

We left out of Caldwell, Idaho this morning and headed towards Yellowstone. We were able to link up with Doc Reed who was our Corpsman on Skipjack and is responsible for me becoming a Corpsman. We had a great visit, recalled our times at sea together and caught up on the 45 years that have elapsed since we last saw each other. Where does the time go? Doc looks great, stays active and is enjoying his retirement. We waved good-bye to him in Pocatello, ID and I hope to see him at an upcoming Skipjack Reunion.

Then it was back on the road for the second 200 miles of the day to find a place to camp as close to Yellowstone as we could find. We've had success and are in a nice campground about 25-30 miles from the park. On the ride in we saw the Grand Tetons, an antelope, one buffalo and Blue saw some sheilas. Tomorrow promises to be a day like we had in Glacier and I'm really looking forward to seeing my second National Park. I've waited almost 60 years to do this and it's like a dream come true.

Photos tomorrow after we tour the park.

Photo gallery

Here's a few shots, subject to review and caption editing. Now I think I'm pretty much done for awhile.

Day 11 of the Ride

The photo is of Mt. Hood in Oregon, taken from "The Dalles" where we camped that night. Click on the photo for a better view of Mt Hood
We left this morning and headed for Idaho. The ride along the Columbia River from the Oregon side is every bit as impressive as we had from the Washington side. Seeing it, and the dams that provide hydroelectric power, remind me of learning how to play the guitar to the accompaniement of my "Woody Guthrie" guitar book. I-84 is a nice highway and doesn't feel like an interstate. There are plenty of curves, switchbacks, and long downhill (and uphill) runs that make me very glad I paid attention to the teachings of our SSMC shipmates, Ken board, Don Gentry, Bob Opple and Tim Floersch.

Tonight we are camping in a very nice campsite alongside a small lake. We cooked out over an open fire and will be relaxing later with a cold beer and swapping some more stories. Then it's off to bed for an early start to Yellowstone Park, with a possible stop in Pocatello, Idaho to meet Doc Reed who was our Corpsman on Skipjack and is responsible for me becoming a Corpsman.

The batteries in my camera died and until I can replace them I'll have to steal Blue's photos off of Facebook

Diesel Doc Forever!

With apologies to the master, Tommy Cox

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He hits the pikes on motor bikes, they call him Diesel Doc

The fellow is a Harley dude, his engine it don’t knock

On the open road, he never slowed ‘til the needle put up “E.”

Then he punched the pump on the diesel sump ‘cause that hose it was so green.

Diesel bikes forever! See the flame; smell the smoke

Diesel bikes forever! Shut her down; ain’t no joke.

Doc did glower – had no power – a sad old roadside scene

A Harley hog is a quite a dog without no gasoline

And that old bike said: “Take a hike, ‘cause diesel ain’t my thing!”

Now Doc’s down, he’s got a frown, and his shipmate’s sing:

Diesel bikes forever! See the flame; smell the smoke

Diesel bikes forever! Shut her down; ain’t no joke.

Down In The Valley

On the road to Mt. Rainier, Sunday, 11 July.

Photos

So, where are photos going to be posted for non-Facebook readers?
I understand that pictures are being posted but those not using that program can't enjoy them.
I'd gladly make up a page of all the photos so all can see if you'd like.

Leader of the Pack

Dan, er, Doc aboard the Bremerton Ferry.

Motorcycle Gangster Dude

So this mild-mannered newspaper reporter travels from Metropolis to supposedly civilized Seattle and is set upon and totally corrupted by a band of wild-eyed Marlon Brando wanna-bees -- and, boy, did he have fun.
Thanks, folks, for a terrific experience -- and especially you, Dan, er, Doc, for the invite that got me out there.
Take care the rest of the way, and I'll be sorting and posting photos beginning tomorrow.
Bob

Chief John Clear . . .

. . . Presides at the Undersea Warfare Museum. John gives good tour

Day 10 of the Ride

We leave Renton today and start heading south towards Portland Oregon and the Columbia River Gorge. I've seen our route map and we may make a few adjustments and spend another night here in Washington with Don Smith. More on that later.
The morning weather is once again clear and sunny with only a slight chance of rain (after all this is Seattle). The diesel incident is behind me and I'm looking forward to the trip to resume and new areas to explore.

We'll also bid farewell to Bob McManus and Dave Stoops. They're heading back home. It was great to have them join us for the Seattle loop of the trip. Nothing better than a bunch of boat sailors getting together for TINS and heart NOT healthy food. And when you have a Marine along to liven up the pinging it just makes it better.

Finally; some internet

After leaving Renton we headed south towards Portland and our ride up the Columbia River Gorge. We stopped off for a "grip and grin" at the Country Cousin Cafe at Exit 82 where we met up with Don "Mac" Smith and enjoyed coffee, TINS and the opportunity to meet a guy I've been communicating with for years and even served on a committee with but had never met. After that it was time to get on the road and put some miles behind us.

By the time we headed east the sun had come out and the temps had risen to comfortable levels. We arrived in Washougal but Sue Mclaughlin wasn't available so we ate lunch in her town and talked behind her back. All good stuff but don't let her know that.

Then we headed into the gorge and it was absolutely beautiful High bluffs, rugged peaks and always the Columbia River as our companion and guide towards Idaho. Before we could get to "The Dalles" where we would cross over into Oregon we came across a traffic jam caused by a forest fire. We waited for a while but decided to turn back and go across a bridge about 10 miles back. Turned out to be a good decicison and we were able to get back to The Dalles where we checked into a primitive campsite. During the night some wandering cattle stopped by for a "sneak and peek" but they decided we weren't worth bothering with. Our view from the tent was the snow covered Mt. Hood and it was gorgeous. Campsite offered the bare minimum in creature comforts but we were too tired to care. The high winds made putting the tent up a bit of a challenge but by securing it to Ralph's truck we were able to keep it upright all night and got a good nights sleep. Our dinner consisted of the best that McDonald's had to offer. We had to ride back into Oregon to get it so I guess we're guilty of smuggling greasy burgers into Washington.

Photos later

Don Gentry . . .

. . . Aboard the Bremerton Ferry.

Yes . . .

. . . He ate the whole thing. Plus we all got free ice cream. Another terrific day.

Day 9 of the Ride

Today we will ride out to the Olympic Peninsula after taking a ferry ride to Bremerton. Don Gentry will join the group and ride with us today. We got the chance to finally meet Don last night when we got back and had a great time doing what submarine sailors do best; laughing, joking, pinging and swapping stories. Then it was off to dinner for more of the same.

It's still dark here so I can't tell what the weather is going to be but it's not raining so that is a good sign.
While we're on the Peninsula we'll meet up with John Clear and get a tour of the Naval Museum, stop for lunch and the "Horse and Cow" and then head up the road towards Port Townsend. This has all the makings of another very good day.

The day took a few interesting twists but it was a good day none the less. We visited the Naval Undersea Museum and had a good time with John Clear. The museum is very impressive and John is obviously doing something he loves. We got the full tour and were able to see things that took all of us back to those magic days when we were invincible and "pulling the ocean over our heads" was just grand sport.

From the museum we headed north up towards to the Famous (or is that infamous) "Fat Smitty's". It sure lived up to it's hype. Mickey the waitress was congenial and downright funny. The food was good and Blue and Stoops each ordered and consumed a genuine "Fat Smitty"

From there the day got a little interesting. I learned a lesson that every biker learns from day one; be aware of your surroundings at all times. The opportunity to make a mistake never takes a holiday. Today it was my turn and fortunately it all turned out OK. We pulled into a gas station to fuel up and I managed to put diesel fuel in my bike instead of premium. The pumps were right next to each other and I just wasn't paying attention. The bike didn't like its new diet and promptly let me know it by backfiring and belching blue smoke, then stalling. My shipmates were quick to respond with concern and we pushed my bike back to the gas station and that's where I discovered what I had done. The guys were fantastic and were more concerned with how we were going to get the bike back to Renton for repairs than in pinging on me for my lapse in judgment. That would come later. Ralph and Blue left to go get the trailer to haul my bike back; the SSMC guys made calls to the Harley Dealership to find which one could quickly correct my problem. Don Gentry and Jim offered to stay with me until Ralph and Blue could get back with the trailer (a round trip of over 200 miles). Then good fortune in the guise of Jim and Don took over and things got better. Jim found a bit of tubing that would fit into the fill tube and was able to siphon the diesel fuel out. Don assured me that putting diesel fuel into a gas engine is not fatal and that if we could get the fuel out and replace it with the proper fuel that the bike would start and clean itself out. Then, providentially, a diesel powered pick-up truck came into the station and we were able to give the owner the diesel fuel for his vehicle. The problem of disposing of over 5 gallons of diesel fuel was solved.
Once we got the bike to start it purred like a kitten and we were able to make it back to the hotel with no additional problems. However, Jim tells me that my exhaust stinks. Couple more tank fulls will take care of that.

I wonder if Tommy Cox could rewrite his lyrics to "Diesel Bikes Forever"?

Day 8 of the Ride

Today we rode out to Mt. Rainier and what a ride it was. Bob Opple, Ken Board and Tim Floersch taught us how to ride through the mountains. I don't know if I passed the test but I had the time of my life doing the "twisties and windies" in the park. It was another one of those rides where each turn in the road was a photo opportunity and we tried to capture as many as we could.
We left at 0730 in a rather thick fog that is apparently common to this area. But, Bob Opple promised us sun and he was true to his word. By the time we got close to the mountain the sun was out, the temperature was rising and it was time to shed leather for denim.

I can't begin to describe the exhiliaration of riding the twisting roads of Mt Rainier with its switchbacks and S curves.

The top photo is taken at Paradise on Mt. Ranier, the middle is Bob McManus at the same location and the bottom is Jim, Bob Opple and Ken Board.

Wild Ones!

Fred & Jim on the road to Ranier.
Many more later. What a terrific day.

Big Foot Caught on Camera

 

We now have absolute photographic proof that Bigfoot lives in the Pacific Northwest