Sunrise at Panamint - heading into Death Valley
Start of ride to Carp Siding about 100 miles northeast of Vegas.
Ken, tearing up the road to Carp Siding. Has to avoid tarantulas crawling across his path.
Over 90 cars of freight came through just as we arrived at Carp Siding.
Started to rain slightly. Made for a dramatic ride alongside the train as we passed under trestles and over water covered roads.
Just past Zion Natl. Park -- on the way to Grand Canyon.
Peak at North Rim lookout.
Time for Auchentoshan Whisky
USGS marker at North Rim
Fall skies over the North Rim
Grand Canyon Lodge (upper right) was quiet due to the government shutdown. Arizona kept it open, but people changed their plans so rooms and restaurant reservations were easily available.
Raven posing for park vistors.
Great campsite just a mile and half from the lodge.
Motorcycle parking under the tall trees.
The official adventure rider salute.
Whisky Point. It's called that because we drank whisky there while watching the sun set.
Ken, forming his plan for a Rim to Rim hike.
Mark, regretting that he didn't have room on the bike for his wing suit.
Whisky Point Sunset
Grand Canyon Sunset
Sunrise on San Francisco Peaks, AZ - viewed from North Rim of Grand Canyon
Good morning Grand Canyon.
We hiked a mile and a half from our campsite to the North Rim Lodge. Coffee and wee drams were served.
Ever changing light and drama of the Canyon.
Every angle is a post card.
How to hang a Aerostitch Roadcrafter at the campsite.
(Once you're done cutting kindling and fighting off raccoons of course)
Andrew using his bike as designed
Ken's run at navigating mud puddles.
My attack on a slurry pond of ice and aspen leaves.
This one was rutted and on a curve. Ended up with a twisted ankle on the ride team and decided that one injury was enough for the day. Point Sublime would have to wait for another trip.
Ken, on the way back to camp from the road to Point Sublime.
The fine white specks you see is not dust not the lens. Light snowfall.
The Extraterrestrial Highway. Yes, it's really called that on roadsigns, maps, and the Garmin GPS. It's the only place where I saw dead bloated cows on the side of the road. Coincidence? I think not. I'm not saying it's aliens, but….
About 150 miles of this cut across central Nevada.
Road work on the ET highway forced a stop. Made a for great photo opp.
They love the camera
Not sure who or what is "SLOW"
Sunset outside of Tonopah
This man rode over a thousand miles with a broken ankle. He is a badass.
Hwy 108, somewhere between Bridgeport and Sonora