The Last Leg Home
It is July 10. I arrived home late last night. I left Rapid City, South Dakota two days ago. The first night I stayed at Sturgis, South Dakota, and the home of the famous Harley Davidson rally. Luckily the rally was not going on. The week of the rally, there are over 500M people crowed into a town that normally has a population of a few thousand folks. Too many people and too much noise for this old dog. At least I have the “bragging rights” to say “I stayed in Sturgis.” (for what it’s worth).
After leaving Sturgis I headed for Bozeman, Montana. Did not see much of the town, but being a college town, it had a nice “feel” about it. Downtown is old and well maintained. Seemed a very vibrant community.
I left the next morning for home, a 700-mile journey, on the way I took a side trip. Starting from the interstate at Anaconda, Montana is the Pintler Scenic Highway. I started on it and then took highway 38 across the mountain. The pass is named Skalkaho Highway. That was a 50-mile trip, with almost 25 miles of it on a dirt road. Great ride, beautiful views, but no barricades on the road’s edge. Took a couple of photos (will post later), of the valley below – could not even see the bottom. YIKEES!!! Saw a waterfall that was full from the spring rain, a small group of mountain goats and four horses that loved to be petted. The horses were on a ranch. They kept trying to push each other out of the way to get a few strokes from the old biker guy. Cute.
The rest of the trip home was uneventful until I was just south of Penticton, BC. It was dark and I saw this black mass on the road. Thinking is was a black trash bag, I moved to the left only to see a head come up. It was a black Labrador retriever that had already been injured by a car. I though if I don’t stop, Fran will kill me, so I turned around and went back, thinking that he/she was probably already hit for a second time. In the mean time another car had stopped to help the dog. Bottom-line, as a result of calling Fran and her calling her cousin Lynda, the SPCA came and picked up the dog. Our best guess is he/she will be okay.
I will post a summary of my trip later. It was good to go, and good to get home. Did close to 13,000 miles in a little over 6 weeks. Considering all that could have gone wrong, the trip was flawless. Would I do it again - you bet.