A little good, a little bad

Yesterday’s gravel and bridge issues were behind us as we planned on hitting the road for a longer motorcycle ride to Independence Pass. Independence Pass is a remarkably beautiful road connecting Leadville to Aspen. The pass is typically closed all the time due to its sheer altitude and the level of danger involved with navigating the hairpin turns. Any ice on the road could send a vehicle to a not-so-pleasant landing.

From the campsite in Routt Nat’ Forest to Kremmling we enjoyed a well tempered run.  After Kremmling was misery. I missed the memo telling me the ENTIRE highway between Silverthorne and Kremmling was being redone… Completely… But we got through it, went shopping in Dillon and enjoyed a beautiful mountain ride to Leadville and by beautiful mountain ride, I mean cold cold cold.

Leadville has to be one of my absolute favorite tourist towns of all time.  The people seem friendly, the sun is warm, and the hostel is by far one of the best in the world.  I consulted a map while having lunch and we figured it would be best not to try and race the sun and rain clouds but to go to my favorite hostel and spend the night.  Rooms and beds are well priced and I know the owners.  When we met with one of the owners, Kathy, I noticed she was working alone doing what tasks are typically done by the head hancho, Wild Bill. Wild Bill is one of those guys you instantly like and get along with. His smile warmed the room and made you feel welcomed.  I asked Kathy where Bill was and if he was out on an adventure or something.

Kathy has a hesitant moment of grief that only slightly could be seen. She looks at me directly in the eye and tells me how Wild Bill was in a car accident in June (2015) and passed away.  I was taken completely aback. I’ve been going to this hostel at least once a year for probably 5 years and so not seeing Bill anymore was a shock, but to find out he passed away was like losing someone close. I’m going to miss his wisdom and stories. Rest in peace Bill, you are missed.

Settled up and off to Aspen we go.

Leadville sits at an altitude of 10,200 feet above see level (give or take). So, riding to the pass that has switch backs and hairpin turns really tells us how high we were getting. At the continental divide we were quite above the treeline. This ride was by far the greatest motorcycle trip I have ever been on.

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You just can’t argue with God’s gift to Colorado.

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Quick Selfie before the rain hits

The ride was AMAZING, but we watched the sky grow dark and the rain start to pelt us hard, it was time to head to the hostel.  This was a CoLd ride back.

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Continental divide getting eaten by clouds.

With numb hands and a wet crotch (rain pants leaked at a very important seam). We opted to get dinner first.  Now, I am not a qualified food critic, but if you want little choices and yet get the greatest cut of meat cooked to perfection, you head to Quincy’s and eat whatever their only dish is (there is a vegitarian option, but nuts to that).  I truly wish I could describe the delicious tastes, but my vocabulary fails me.

It was good, end of story.

The bridge is out

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Camping at its best

It is a long drive from Sturgis to the Routt National Forest, but we made it yesterday with daylight to spare.  The route we took was decent and took us through the tiny town of Cowdrey. 

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Cowdrey, CO

Going past Cowdrey, we continued on towards Steamboat Springs, CO.  We didn’t go the whole way, but found a nice forest service road to lead us to a logging road high in the forest.

The custom camper and single tent even fit in the little dugway road we found off the forest road. The air is crisp, clean, and the temperature perfect.  A quick hot fire with beer brats sealed the deal. It all made a great days end.

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As for today, we coasted into Steamboat where it was surprisingly busy.  The breakfast place was a comfortable slow, but it felt good to be in the Colorado sun. 

Our ride for the day started towards Steamboat Lake and Hahns Peak. Sadly I forgot my little tracker in my tent, but if you’re familiar with the area, this will be easy to follow.  I lead Dan and Dad up to Steamboat Lake, but riding to the lake was lame, so we went onto Hahns Peak Lake further up the road. Some of the gravel was loose, but the ride was pleasant. From there, into the town(…town?) of Columbine.  I blinked and missed the single building and cabins of Columbine as we went onto another gravel road.  This forest road just kept going and going. I didn’t have a map but I was hoping to find a road to loop around Hans Peak and back to Steamboat… I failed.

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Hahns Peak, North Face

Well, that was nice, take a picture and move on. The next place to lead the group was to Hayden then to Oak Creek. As a stretch-stop, we stopped at one awesome bar in Miller.

At the bar, we met the owner, Dom. The owner had one heck of a story that we didn’t exactly get the whole start to finish of what brought him to Miller Colorado.  He grew up in Chicago, went to Aspen and met a girl. From Aspen he and his wife got bored and purchased a house for $3,000 in Winter, Wisconsin sometime around 1973. His wife worked at a nursing home and his only job was in a band that played on Saturdays. At one of the shows, Dom was smoking a joint with the other band members when the mayor approached him and mentioned federal funding for a police department. 
So the mayor says, “want it?”.
Dom replies, “want what?”
“To be a police officer” he says.

As a new member of the town, Dom had no relatives or relationships to cause a bias. So, Dom became the police chief at $400 a month.

When the federal funding ran out, he continued as police chief, ambulance driver, and bus driver.  His only ticket he wrote happens when he was driving bus. While stopped, the bus was illegally passed by a car.  Later on, he served that driver a ticket.  Before the court date, the driver calls up Dom and asks, “are you going to court?”
“Well, yes.”
“Uh, my car broke down so I can’t make it.”
“That’s okay, I’ll pick you up”
Dom picks up the driver at his house while wearing a red plaid shirt with his badge pinned on.  They walk into the courthouse where the judge and the D.A. are waiting.  The judge mentioned this being the only case, so if everyone is ready, they would start.
Dom and the driver both say they are ready and the judge asks,
“Well, who are you?”
Dom replies “I’m the officer and this is the driver”
“Oh, so we’re just waiting on the bus driver” says the judge.
“Oh, that is me too”
After hearing this, the driver goes, “that was you?! I plead guilty!”
Case was closed and all four of them went to lunch.

What a great story, I hope I told it well enough. Dom started telling us how he went from Winter on to living on a sailboat for 6 years, but another guy came in and we were lost in other stores.

What made this bar stop important was this. We were asked where we were headed which prompted the response of, “can’t, the bridge is out”.  Turns out they scheduled a bridge replacement project and closed the road.  We saved a lot of time by not wandering to the nonexistent bridge and having a beer with Dom.

Sturgis

Sturgis, a town of 6,883, is bustling with motorcycles and tourists as they start their 75 annual motorcycle rally. The entire drive over was a parade of motorcycles, RVs, and trucks with campers.  The sheer number of people going to this event is staggering. I mean, I knew there were a lot of people going to bike week, but even before bike week, campgrounds are filling up and downtown is cram packed with a plethora of motorcycles.

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This isn't even main street

Even the side streets are filled, but we were lucky and parked our motorcycles a good 5 or so blocks away. The atmosphere walking closer and closer downtown was filed with the music of motorcycles and smelled of exhaust and various grilled foods. This is an experience that I believe more people need to have! Even before bike week, the vendor tents are setup, the temporary bartenders hired for this event only are costumed up and ready to flirt profusely for all the cash you have.  At $6 a bottle of beer, cash goes quickly, but the people are entertaining, the food good, and the eye candy will turn your head every time. 

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Free live music pretty much everywhere

I can’t say we met a single local as everyone seemed to be from somewhere else, I assume they are at home running their side business of front lawn camping sites (I wish I had a pictures. Literally a grid of little tents in the front yards of Sturgis).

All in all, cash was spent, laughs had, and all three of us are worn out.  Now if only that bartender would text me back… LOL!

Final Gear Check

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The final walkthrough for me is usually unsuccessful. When I look for things I’ve missed it is as if I am reading a mystery novel I wrote myself and trying to determine if there is enough suspense.  I already know what I have and if I missed it last night, I’ve missed it for good.  Now, if only I could find that titanium spork…

Also, I’ve noticed I have many, many options for shoes… Too many options.  Oh well. Time to hit the road!

The final night at home

Today of days, was the day for things to not go horribly wrong, but wrong enough in a way that is just downright annoying. it all started in the morning, as things usually do I suppose.

When up from my ceiling there arose such a clatter,
I rustled in my bed and wondered what was the matter.
Away to the window I saw naught a light,
The blinds were closed, it seemed all right.

It was probably 5:00 AM when someone upstairs started moving around.  While I am living at my parents, the room I’m in is right underneath the kitchen.  All noises from the kitchen transfer into the room quite well.  Turns out that one of my parents walks on their heels. I am sure they know who they are…  Well, I decided to go back to sleep, it took some time, but I managed.  I slept way too long.  I still needed to pack.

Packing for the next week of motorcycle shenanigans will be easy. I have two saddlebags and a tank bag. Plenty of space for my clothes, but for the weeks following, I will need to pack for a four to six week excursion on the Colorado Trail.  I have almost everything I need for this trek across Colorado (all 486 miles of it), but I always feel like I am missing something.  I have maps, gear, water, and the items I am missing and expect to buy are all written down and ready for me to purchase when I get to Colorado.

I woke up around 10:00 AM and started packing my things when I get notified that my cell phone needs to be corrected. I knew this was coming and I am glad it happened before going onto the trail, but it was some hoop jumping.  While on hold, I started loading my cell phone with music and audiobooks for the ride(s). Then… blue screen… that pissed me off, so, as a suggestion from my mother, I took a break and started mowing the lawn.  While mowing, I hit a stump HARD, like, bent-the-frame hard. Hopefully my dad doesn’t notice.  From there, I ran out of gas… then when I return with gas, the battery was dead… oh goodness, what a day.

So I finish mowing, finish getting the cell phone into my name, and finish with my cell phone.  Next, time to help my mother at school.  I needed to drill 7 holes into concrete… but the bit was too dull and not getting anywhere… so we quit.  Cause that’s just how my day is going with the simple things.

Then I go to load my older CamelBak into my tank bag… and it is slightly green… man, just another bump in the day.  Oh and bluscreened again… so I lost everything I was working on for my dad’s website as well as might… go figure…

Anyways, I need to get back to cleaning my CamelBak and head to bed before anything else goes wrong!

The fall of a fence

Ever agree to a job that was just a little more intense than expected? Remember what it took to get it from start to finish within time and within your physical abilities? Well, on July 21 I made the suddenly decision to move forward with an outdoor project for my oldest sister Becky; the removal of her backyard fence. On the 22nd, 23rd, and 24th, I committed myself to pulling out the posts, and removing all of the fence and get back to Onalaska, before my other sister, Kathy and her daughter Jasmine, left Onalaska.

So, How hard can it be to remove an old fence?  See the before images…

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The issue I ran into… heat and humidity!  Heat is fine, I do alright with heat, but coupled with humidity is just downright cruel!  One morning it was 97% humidity and 72F before 7:00 am!  Each day I had to change shirts a couple times to get away from the nasty, never-drying, shirts. I had the very exciting task of pulling out the concrete anchored rotten wood posts as well.  The posts were 4 feet deep.  Not wanting to add costs to this project, I decided I would pull them out with just a handyman jack, a drill, two bolts, and 2x4s.  What I did was set two 2x4s together and drill a pair of 5/8″ holes through the pair of 2x4s.  Then I would drill a matching pair of holes into the wood posts and bolt my 2x4s to the post.  The handyman jack would then be placed under the 2x4s and slowly lifted the post out.  Lessons learned here: this works best when you can go straight up! If the jack starts leaning towards the post, you fight the ground around the concrete making it VERY difficult to pull it out.  Next time, it may be a good idea to have two jacks going on each side of the post, or dig around the top portion of the concrete and put a chain around that… OR just get a skid steer or cherry picker and just pull straight up and save the manual labor!

All in all, I was able to pull all the posts… some with concrete, most without…

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Well, it seems I have ran out of time to write about this.  All in all, according to the dump, I tossed out 4,440 pounds of timber… that’s quite a bit.

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Tomorrow I’m heading to Colorado to ride motorcycles through the mountains.  Then after that, the Colorado Trail!

 

But first, some after photos.

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Chloe turns Four

To me, there is nothing more important than family.  This mini-retirement I am doing has allowed me to visit and travel the midwest in a way I have never done before. I can actually take the time to see and visit.  Oh Saturday, July 18, 2015, I drove from Onalaska, WI to Dubuque, IA to visit my oldest sister, Becky and her husband Dan for their daughter’s 4th birthday.  Chloe was a shy kid to start, but she is very intelligent. She’s been reading for quite some time and that just amazes me. Words she has never seen before, she seems to be able to sound out and read out loud.  She seemed to be scared or uncertain of beards, but thankfully she warmed up to mine.  I arrived at Becky and Dan’s house where Dan’s sister, daughter,  and parents were already eating brats and such.  Shortly after, my next older sister, Kathy and her daughter Jasmine arrive.  It was a nice gathering of family.

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Happy Chloe

I want to stop here and apologize to anyone not interested in my family, but this is my blog, and I am writing this for me and my family.

Anyways, we had a lot of fun. We made Harry Potter magic wands,

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Kathy and Jasmine with Dan’s sister, Erica, in the background
Remind me not to give a four year old the entire tube of glitter...
Remind me not to give a four year old the entire tube of glitter…

opened presents, of which a balloon was Chloe’s favorite… classic kid stuff there.

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Chloe in her princess dress, standing over Lego pieces, holding her balloon

 

I attempted a selfie with the older half of the Wisconsin Bottelberghe’s and their current kid count…

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Perhaps I need a selfie stick…
Kathy, Me, Becky Jasmine, Chloe
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Jasmine, and Chloe

It was a great day in Dubuque, but then I drove back that night.  It made for a long day, but totally worth it.

 

That night, my friend Kristin, sent me a text saying to meet her downtown La Crosse.  It was only 10:00 PM, why not?  After a bit of searching I find the group of ladies hanging out with Kristin.  It was a good night out, I met a girl, I, after some influence of alcohol, sent her a facebook message, got her cell number, hung out once, and I really liked her, she seemed absolutely great!  We set a movie date for Tuesday, but she cancelled… and then stopped texting… which sucked…  My last text was sent on 7-25-15.  I saved her number in my gmail and deleted her from my phone so I would not be tempted to contact her, but she has my number. She needs to make the next move, but I know she won’t do it.  Sad.

Helping how I can

Dang is it hot and muggy here in Cedar Rapids! Working outside was quite miserable, but we’ve made headway. The 10 yard long row of hospice has all been transplanted to other places in the yard and we’ve completely dug out the west side of the house. I think I’ve lost 5 pounds of sweat! I wish I had more pictures of the projects we’ve been doing but I don’t, sorry all.

Oh well, here’s a selfie with my sister Kathy and her daughter, Jasmine.

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The helping road

Yesterday I helped load a decently light piano into my truck and drove to Dubuque to deliver it. I can happily say the piano was delivered and installed with zero damages to me, my sister Becky, my brother in law, property, or vehicle.  A definite success.  This morning I had to leave the drizzling land of Dubuque and head to my next older sister, Kathy, to continue my tour.  Becky, Dan, and soon to be 4 years old Chloe all said goodbye and I was on my way.

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Chloe playing with a triangle

Side note, I realized I have been telling folks that Chloe was 3, but on July 18 she will be 4, so I am kind of right… ish.

Now I am in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. To help Kathy with whatever it is I am needed for and I am happy to help. My goddaughter and niece, Jasmine, is a riot even though she is somewhat stuck in the look at me look at me stage in her childhood.  Oh well. She’ll grow up eventually and we’ll miss the days we can enjoy her energy and happiness.  Best to enjoy it now.