After 4,600 miles on the camel the time had come to stay in one spot for a while. Well, at least in terms of motion by motorcycle. With Idaho as home base for over a month it was time to relax with family, bachelor party it up in Denver, and tour the wild west with Adel.
Thanks to my friend Kent for finally getting married, there was the perfect excuse for a reunion of friends doing what we do best (or worst?) – party. And thanks to Ed’s planning, this meant three days of debauchery in the fine city of Denver including go-cart racing, high-octane dragsters at the Bandimere Speedway, art museums, micro brew tours, and any bar that hadn’t already kicked us out.
Note the Viper in the video above reaches 210.80 mph, and completes the quarter mile in 6.708 seconds!

Art at the DAM, somehow reminiscent of the book "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov I'd just finished
Just a few days after I returned from Denver, Adel landed in Salt Lake City after a journey half way around the world from Malaysia. We soon set up camp at our family cabin near Yellowstone National Park and thanks to a car on loan from my sister, explored close to 2,000 warm, dry miles of the still wintry Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming scenery. First a few day trips from the cabin to the Snake River and Yellowstone.
Midway through our stay my folks, Aunt Marge and Charles joined us for their own tour of the parks and a birthday celebration. As usual when mom and Aunt Marge get together, little could be heard over their contagious laughter, especially during Adel’s morning Tai Chi lesson.
Our next trip was up to Bozeman, Montana for a surprise radiator replacement (my sister loves it when I borrow her car!) and visit with old MSU classmate Richard and Mike. We then ventured down Paradise Valley into the northern part of Yellowstone National Park for horseback riding, camping, and more sightseeing.
It was time to head back to the cabin for delicious food and to float the Snake River, then on to Teton National Park before Adel’s sad, inevitable departure for home. It’s amazing how fast two weeks can pass.

Looking up at the South Teton where Wray Landon made his final turns last spring - we miss you Big Wray!

It's not the grizzly bears you need to worry about, it's the tourist dogs, this one ate half our pizza!
So I suppose now it’s about time to start traveling on. Guess I’ll get to that soon, lost as usual, I wonder which way the Camel will take me next – North, South, East, West? Who knows.
wow Ryan, that’s awesome!
Those are some amazing pictures bro! I look forward to seeing more great pictures!
I would leave a comment here, but like your photos, I fear I’d just be censored. Wah wah wah….