Sunday, August 30, 2015

Will It Last??

We've had a beautiful weekend, though mine was short, way too short due to my working on Friday, very much a rarity for me.  It would sure be a gift if this weather could last through next weekend......

I did get out.....



Thanks to Fred, the Ducati is back in top form.  I really struggled with it a while ago, just couldn't get the TPS set right and according to the expert, I may very well have been chasing my tail.  The important part is that it's running well, maybe better than new.  I've checked and set the valves before, belts too but as long as Fred had it this time.....new fluids, clutch basket, plates, spark plugs.....I guess it should run like new, shouldn't it?  Pull the clutch in and you can barely tell that it's running. :)


 This spot on Double N is always a photo stop...


Since the KLR will be accompanying me next weekend at the Wildcat Mountain Rally, it was necessary to make sure it still ran as well.


This beat up old 335th Ave. once had at least somewhat regular patrolling......the Officer in charge must be on vacation this summer.




 Up on top, Lake Pepin in the background......


Bike #2 that will be attending the rally over Labor Day....


Summer......please don't leave yet!


Sunday, August 23, 2015

Blustery Day

What a weekend!!  Managing to get out every day for some riding miles, today's ride was a fine way to cap off the weekend.  It's still August but the last few days have looked and felt awfully much like early October.

A ride today was in my head yesterday, the planned machine today was the 250 KLR but a look at the forecast had the "blow" symbol and the thought of fighting high winds mixed in with my desire to not compromise on routes/directions/rate of speed kept the Kawasaki in the garage.  Instead the reliable Ascot was put into service once again.  It's just about the most flexible and adaptable thing I've got.  The shaft drive makes it a mostly 'fill with gas and turn the key' kind of ride.

So, the windy forecast was allowed for, the predicted 0% chance of rain would be easy.  Up early, a cup or two and some correspondence that needed to be dealt with, the clouds outside not a problem.  My Weather Channel current conditions of "Cloudy" matched perfectly with what I saw early outside.  The barn cats fed (so I can sneak the bike out without them sneaking in) and helmet on, the mist and drizzle started.  A few little fuzzy drops would be one thing, but looking up the valley brought a very solid looking wetness.

Ducking back inside, I checked the Real Time weather radar, not a single patch of green for hundreds of miles.  Phone away, ear plugs in and off we went.  The first 40 miles down to breakfast were in the rain, soft, but rain nonetheless.

Wisconsin is across the lake here but you can just barely see it because the "Cloudy" is thicker than it really should be.  The splotches in the photo are parts of the "Cloudy" that made contact with my camera lens.


"Romance and recreation......"  Yahoo!!  I'm for all of that, who wouldn't be?


After my breakfast stop, it was time for a break on Montana Ridge.  My gloves kept blowing away.


Too steep and rough to be work land, pasture fringed with a thistled fence line.


Swede Hollow......


Witt Hill looking at Whitehall in the valley.......


While waiting for my lunch to be prepared in Blair, I texted Eric, no idea what or where he might be for the weekend.  His response....."Parade in Ettrick 1:00"    Ettrick is 9 miles south of where I was dining.  My very friendly waitress got paid and a nice tip, I suited up and headed to the next town and found Eric w/family with prime spots for parade watching.  Handed a cup of coffee, I was there in time for the Color Guard to pass and the first units of the procession.




Barney Fife was there.......



I'd promised Peg that my return would be mid-afternoon, so I didn't stay very long and headed towards home.  Eric reminded me of a favorite though recently neglected gravel road nearby and I'm glad that he did.....I took it.  Thanks Eric, so nice to see your lovely bride again and to meet the rest of your family, that nine week old granddaughter especially.  Seemed she was enjoying what I have to believe was her first parade.

Hovre and Stenberg were even better than I'd remembered.....


The Kwik Trip in Arcadia is a common place to stop, not only for me it seems.  I'll bet that roughly half of the time I stop there, old friends are seen or new ones made (remember Eric?).   Today it was Greg, his fine XS650 and yellow helmet his trademarks.  Greg will once again be attending our Wildcat Mountain Rally in a couple of weeks.


Leaving Arcadia, another trip up Pretzel Pass and Alligator Slide, Cty  G and Eagle Valley and then on to Nelson for a Rum Cherry cone.  Warren and Dan were there, two very pretty Triumphs having brought them down from the Twin Cities.

Out for a ride each day this weekend and other than the strong winds today, a little moisture wasn't that big of deal.  Lovely grey skies,  cool weather making layers very comfortable.  Early October weather (some of my favorite) but it's still only August which means we're far from done for the season.  Hopefully there will be enough more days and weekends like this before the snow flies.


2 Stroke Day - At Diamond's 8/22/15

Not only did I make a rare appearance this summer at Diamond's but I got there on a motorcycle.  The summer too near over, it was about time.


Not having seen the schedule, I had no idea that it was 2 Stroke Day, an opportunity (excuse) to ride over on the Smokers.  I don't have any and haven't for many years but our little group has them in abundance.


There were scooters, a very fine RD400 which was my favorite since it was something I wanted and never had.  Another one showed up in full Vetter touring gear.  The winner by popular vote was an excellent DT2 Yamaha 250 Enduro.  Sorry no photos of the featured machines of the day.


Triumph's, Suzuki's, Yamaha's, Honda's, an Indian, the Ariel, Ducati, SYM, another day of mixed representatives made the morning ride.



Saturday, August 22, 2015

Sport Touring Revisited - Counterclockwise

It seemed like the perfect forecast, I was in the right mood, the timing wouldn't get any better.  My Sport Touring Route that I hoped to visit again this season was the one I followed today, only I used the "Invert Route" command and for the most part, I stuck with the path I followed a couple of weeks ago though instead of a mostly clockwise loop, this time it went the other way around.

After a half mile of gravel, our brandy new paved County road at 6AM....


6:15AM overlooking the lower end of Lake Pepin....



Crossing the river and into Wisconsin.....


The big bike this time.....




A rest stop along the Chippewa River, Tyrone Canoe Landing, the Chippewa Valley Trail bridge below.


I rousted 4 pair of Sand Hill Cranes today, but these stuck around long enough to be documented.


Elk Mound flagpole just to the right of the "45" sign.....









After stopping in Colfax to mail a parcel that I had carried along, I took County W north...



810th St., my first time here......lots of loose, not very much gravel.


A 2nd visit to 1090th, as much fun as the first time I'd been here.....






I've no idea who Vince is......but now I wish I knew him.


These road transitions are the ones a rider needs to watch out for......


Not sure what it was, but something really hit my leg and I had to look down to see if anything had been left behind.


Yes, Wisconsin does some sand mining.......



I needed gas, decided that since I wasn't looking for overnight Sport Touring lodging that going as far north as Rice Lake was not necessary.  A gas and lunch stop in Chetek instead.

This Tracker is still trackin'.......today for now but tomorrow too??


From Chetek, it was back towards Hillsdale, the Coop family's old stomping grounds.

I visited more than one of the old rail/road crossings of "The Blueberry Line" here just outside of town.  This line intersected the Cattail Trail railroad line that I rode a couple of weeks ago.


 Looking north.....a much busier place on a cold snowmobiling weekend.



We rode our trailbikes on this trail, snowmobiled it and took the dogs for walks here.  Long ago the Town Dump was just off this old right of way and was our early McMaster source for Gramp's tinkering projects.  Washing machines, clocks, wheels, things that moved, whirled or spun of every description.  I can even remember part of an old mini-bike. A pair of slip joint pliers and a screwdriver or two in a pocket was about all it took to bring treasure home.

As I zig-zagged around the Hillsdale area, the afternoon skies, no real bright sunshine until I was just a few miles from home by early evening.


Just south of town, there's a popular place that hosts weddings and their receptions.  The Enchanted Barn appears to be worthy of both.



What the access road out to the highway looks like now.......



....and what it looked like in the early '40's when Gramp was hauling Rural Mail.



For the most part, I stayed loyal to backtracking my way back home, mimicking my trip up on the CT90 a couple of weeks ago.  

Crossing the river bridge back into Minnesota......Red Wing's riverfront and boat harbor (American Queen had been here last weekend).

  
Barn Bluff on the downriver side.....


Home and up the driveway.....


The Route......


The numbers.....Moving Average not all that different than the Original Sport Tour.