Hi, As you would probably guess I am Jason Quinitn, and I run this one man show, but regularly collaborate with many others. I am a designer, developer, adventurer currently based out of Center City Philadelphia. I am always looking for more things to get my hands into, mainly web, identity, and community building.
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After spending Two weeks with Jaime, and everything deemed road worthy. Its unfortunately time for me to part ways and start the east bound trek home. To be honest after having great company, and getting house broken and relaxed for so long, and knowing i should start making my way home i was not really looking forward to leaving.

I set a moderate goal of reaching the grand canyon by early evening and checking that out, set up camp and continue east the following day.

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After spending days camping, hosteling, and coach surfing, Jaime suggests I stay several days at her apartment. It took very little persuasion to convince me of this too.

While my bike has been performing wonderfully during the trip, it was in need of some serious TLC and general maintenance regardless. Jaime being Enrolled at MMI and having a full set up garage and several bikes of her own, made for a good case to have some extended down time. We also got ambitious and had several group projects of our own scheduled.

Things started off smooth, i cant even list all the adventures we had together. Many nights of hitting the pool and gym. going off on short day trips to the surrounding areas in sued. We dinned on sushi, spring rolls, and quite a few nights also ended on the porch sampling various Wines.. I highly recommend 8 dollar Reslings, Funf and Relax. Attending an awesome Piano bar. Also One eventful tubing trip tubing down the salt river with good friends as well

I expressed that my gas mileage seemed to be erratic and dropping drastically and Jaime agreed to have her Prof have look at the bike during Suzuki trouble shooting week. One diagnosis lead to another and i ended up attending class for the week as well.

Her Prof. Joe really took the issue personal after several trouble shooting sessions having us chasing our tails, and leaving us completely stumped.

I have always been a modest shade tree mechanic and having the opportunity to learn from something other than the school of hard knox and getting a bigger hammer was refreshing. Being able to hold my own in the MMI environment, fresh of the street was a boost of confidence as well. I don’t think i would be nearly as competent about any other bike however, and i would have gotten no where with out the endless patience of Prof. Joe, Jaime, Brian, and Derek.

The problem ended up being a partially clogged throttle body position sensor, causing the bike to over compensate fuel on the rear cylinder. Who would have thought a spec of crude could cause such an imbalance. Figuring out if we solved the problem was half the fun as i would take my bike out for some serious flogging each evening to see if the kinks were resolved, so i took trips to great riding areas such as tortilla flats and Prescott.

My last Friday we did one final EGA test and my bike tested clean and a quick custom tune with a yosh box from Joe i was deemed good to go. I celebrated by buying 4 pizzas and wings for the entire class as a thank you to all.

With fresh oil, filter, chain, sprockets the bike besides tires felt like a whole new ride, and that meant my stay must come to an end. Both me and Jaime agreed that i should stay the weekend to avoid crowds at the Grand Canyon, and to get the last bit of laundry clean, and to enjoy one more dinner together.

Working on the bike at MMI. (Jaime and Brian Joe over looking)

They had this training aide bike its an SV650 with a DL1000 suspensionaffection ally nicked named the beast, (Jaime Modeling)

Suspension Detail

Tortilla Flatt Run with Jaime and Derek. We enjoyed great Prickly Cactus Ice cream at this stop.

Jaime caught this little frog.

AT this point i cannot stress the generosity of Jaime(svroom13, 01 svn) Joe the Instructor(Howie, 06 sv1ks) and Brian(wrldindstries, 03 sv1kn) were to me.

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After waking up refreshed from my stay at the beach My plan was to check into a hostel Early drop off all my gear and checkout the greater LA area. I found the hostel with ease even though its tucked way up on a hill. They were a little hesitant to let me dropped my gear off before noon, they eventually complied and I was off.

I enjoyed a nice casual walk along Venice beach board walk areas, checked out downtown Santa Monica, then took the high way to north west Hollywood and rode Sunset BLVD from near the coast to way east. Driving me down the center of Beverly Hills, Be lair, downtown and many other districts, it was a great way to get a full drive-by dicotamy of the area. I spent most of the time on the bike and didn’t take to many pictures, however.

I was also Heart set on experiencing the LA Rush hour freeway traffic. I wanted to see if it is nearly as bad as it is claimed to be. Especially with California being known for allowing motorcyclists to lane split. I am no wild man by any stretch of the means but i found navigating through the congestion a breeze. And with the other motorists full expecting one to lane split during reasonable speeds, everyone was accomidating and felt like a none threat. However i could not see myself ever attempting that commute via a cage. I would have a sever case of road rage.

I did a quick drive by the Honda R&amp grounds and debated on trying to see if they need any walk on test riders or any other use of my services, and fantasized about other possible dream jobs im sure they would be more willing to have me do. Then returned to the hostel in the late evening.

In the common Kitchen area i quickly made friends with a group of young traveling camp counselors. Konna was about 17 and hailed from south Africa and Sebastian was from Germany, They had both been camp Consolers in northern Pa for the summer and now that there term was up they to were plane hopping around the USA for a month. They offered me a dinner if id let them do a bit of Myspacing, and bargin hunting for their next place to stay.

Several other travelers then later gathered in the group TV room and shared similar life stories and Antic dotes. Truly a great time.

the hostel in San Pedro

Giant chinese bell next to the hostel

Over looking San Pedro

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Today I decided it was time to leave the coast finally. While this saddened me it was time to move on, and i was looking forward to spending quality time once again with my good friend Svroom13

My original plan was to get an early start and make a small side trip to joshua tree. upon leaving the hostel in the morning, the steward reminded everyone to take extra water that because it was going to be hot on the coast, and she also informed me i was a nutcase for heading towards the desert for the day.

Caution in the wind I took off regardless. I took secondary highways until reached the outer limits of the metro LA area. Heat was kicking up and it was going to prove to trying day.

I approach Joshua tree around noonish, and the sun is kicking and during the rest stop the desert mountain that is Joshua tree didn’t look to inviting so i decide to press on and make the best time i can for AZ. I inform Jaime, i might be a bit early, and she informs me the weather channel only registered the day as HOT in all capital letters and i should be careful.

I swelter though the sun, and press on taking very few stops.. just thinking about a cool drink a dip in the pool that ill get to do this evening.

I reach Phoenix at around 430 ish and pride myself on finding the apt almost soley from memory of my last trip earlier in the summer. I am greated by Jason, Jaime’s youngest brother. I settle in to the couch and me and Jaime talk shop and go out for dinner when she gets home from class.

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After Getting a good nights rest at my friend Thors I continue southbound towards Mexico. After talking to numerous people all saying riding through Mexico. I continued south for most of the day staying close the shore line, just soaking up the environment. I really couldn’t ask much more out of life.

I reach just south of San Diego and the advise i received about going into Mexico started to take head and i decide their is just so much more of CA that i could enjoy regardless. I back track and make my way towards LA again.

Trunks in hand i took my time stopping at which ever beaches struck my fancy, and enjoyed the sights of wild life.

I eventually find very reasonable and affordable camping near Zuma beach, and i mean literally on the beach. I set up camp, eat some tuna and enjoy another sunset.

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After My last post i spent the rest of the week catching up with my aunt uncle and my two cousins i havent seen in over six years so i dont have much scenery to report, from OR i just had a relaxing chill time.

It was also very interesting to getting to go out one night for drinks now with my cousin since we are both well into being adults now. It was a good time, and it was fun to fill in a few holes in family history and what not.

That thursday morning I left Molalla to head down towards Coos bay to visit my other remaining cousin. I spent a good chunk of the evening there but still managed to leave in time to make it to the cali boarder taking scenic 101 along the OR coast.. Great sights but i really didn’t take much time to document much because of lighting

I travel down 101 for a while till im in the heart of the Northern redwood forest. The riding so far has been phenominal and mind blowing. Northern Cali is suprisingly more remote than i anticipated, and strangely fasinating

Huge redwoods border most of the road and play a heavy role in all the twists and turns. The weather was still quite cool, and a refreshing scent of the ocean is still in the air. Getting tired I found a nice pull off to attempt to catch a few hours sleep at and i though i tucked myself and the bike far enough behind that i figured i wouldn’t get any trouble for. Just settling down a Patrol car rolls in and informs me thats not real appropriate and i best move along…

I load up quick.. (just throw my travel pillow in my bag and scoot)…I travel south bound for roughly another 2hrs or so putting it way past when anything would be open, and find a KOA with the main lodge lights already off when i pull up… I take a quick glance at the map and head towards the overflow area and tuck in near the tree line. Wake up early shower shave and move along before anyones the wiser.

At this point i thought for sure i would have picked up rt.1 by now and after eating breakfast and examining maps a little closer i realize in my haste that night i over shot the turn off by just a few miles and there is a connecting road coming up. Rt.20 (willits to fort bragg) What a fun road this was… Again i think it sets the bar awfully high for the rest of 1.. i loved it and its a great gem of a road that more people should go explore

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I get to 1 and its again nothing short of breath taking. in view and riding. I find myself whipping around decreasing radious turns and up and down rock faces right along the ocean front. I have a hard time dividing my attention for both. Another thing that impressed me was the attitude of the drivers Cars see my approach and kindly pull over and flag me by. there was medium amount of traffic but there conduct made it a breeze. It as didnt really encourage me to pull over much cause riding the road was to much fun. Plus i didnt want to have to pass the same people again.

You really cant appreciate the pch from the window of a cage, you truly need to ride it to absorb this experience.
The further south i go the more residences i see and traffic gets a bit more condensed. Finally i reach san Fransisco but its extremely over cast, foggy, and crowded, so i passed over the golden gate before getting a photo op.

I continue down PCH just enjoying life and looking forward to meeting up with a college friend of mine. He lives in downtown Santa Cruz and thats where i end up staying for the next two nights just enjoying the next two nights. I really liked Santa Cruz and i really enjoyed seeing how people live in these environments. Here are a few pics from around the area and beaches

I liked this beach house

birds on a crappy rock

I was standing on a gaint coral rock, that wasnt like anything ive felt before… almost like natural Styrofoam

natural bridge

Tree just keeps hanging on

I was surprised that A) i found this sv in downtown Cruz B) i sorta liked it looks much better in person.. Anyone here?

The next morning i walked to downtown to get breakfast and see the sites, most of the stores were hippie headshops, and the streets were filled with the sounds of this drum circle

Later that evening i went out north a short bit to tight rock beach to capture the sunset.

could this be any more beach boys

my friend commandeered the camera for a few so here i am enjoying the view

How mighty Hollister of me

seaweed on the beach

For some reason this entire trip up until this point seemed very surreal. Like i was just down the street from my apt, and i could go at any time. Seeing the sun finally go down over the ocean really hit it home that i had come this far and i really dont know what the hell im doing.. but im enjoying myself.
my friend disturbing the birds

That night i took a walk down to the wharf and board walk.. nothing really to photo much but i tried to make friends with a seal. but he didnt like the flash much

I head back to my friends place and crash for the night.

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Tuesday August 14th
Two stallions are outside my tent the next morning and they were quite sociable.

I awake rather early pack my kit up and make another pass across road to the sun as now the sky is quite a bit clearer and i wanted to soak in a few more sites before i head
further north to Alberta.

I meet up with Sam and we head north toward Calgary. This is where his eccentricities start to shine through. I though he had his route well planned, but he started to turn towards me with a more and more questions. He also wanted to stop frequently and smoke a bit of pipe tobacco.

We make it to customs to go get into Canada and Sam happy go lucky and overly friend attitude and quarks didnt go over so well with the border guard so we have to both pull over to the custom gates as they look through all of our belongings and do a background check. The whole ordeal nearly toook an hour and a half before we were on our way.

Be on the look out Sean

Being prepped about camping about my father i was at no suprise that all the camping at Banff and Lake Louise was booked up so we headed north to just below the glacier icefields closing in on Jasper.

A few shots

a few mountain fellers

I snapped this final shot and had visions of getting rammed or goared so i ventured off.. However i failed to turn my camera off so i drained the battery and would be the last of my photos until i find an outlet for a few hours.

Things still carry on interesting enough. We finally make it to the camping area nearing 8 ish because it was nearly 150 km in from the main entrance and there were so many things to take in.. Also the park map was rather undiscript.

Of course all spaces are full, and im not fully understanding the check out routine, and a range was rather confusing on saying that all the sites were full, but we could stay. He didn’t understand that i didn’t understand and Sam is taking things the wrong way as well. Finally he clarifies if we keep ourselves compact and contained the grassy area behind the pavilion no one would say anything. We do just that.

I rollout my bed matt, sleeping bag and decide to just use the bivy sack (* thanks morganB) and call it a night around 11. There are a few others exiled this this grassy island but im the only one resembling a body bag waiting to be picked up.

The night is rather cold but i manage to fall asleep(or go comatose). Late in the night I awake to paniced to the sound that could only be an Sv. In an excited hurry i only manage to poke my head out of the sack to see my sv safely where i had parked, and a 1st gen svs rolling down path with a small bike following suit. I Potato sack hop Over towards the late arrivals. We exchange a few greetings, and agree to converse in the morning. I hop over towards my matt again to freeze.

In the morning Sam packs up to coninue on, and makes a light attempt to sway me to continue with him.. I have very little interest wish him luck and begin to talk with the other SV owner.

Ben has a nicely prepped black svs with what appeared to be 2wj race fairings. His girl was on a stunning cbr125.. The pictures do not do justice how tiny these bikes are. They only run a 90 rear tire. But it suited her well, and she didnt seem to have any problems keeping pace with her boy. Of course i mentioned SVR. Ben has heard of it and frequents the tech forums but just lurks.

They invite me to some of their Raseberry Cobbler(quite delish) and we talk shop and i converse over what sites he thought were worth seeing. All that talking and planning we still managed to finish breakfast early and we part ways as well. They were on a four day excusion to attend a friends wedding. He gives me a great map of B.C. with a few notes items circled of interest and we exchange emails. (if you spot this Ben, and Kristen Thanks so much!) I travel north and manage to nab a hostel for a night, drop my kit off and explore what the city of jasper and the icefields have to offer.

Roads and scenery are right out of national geographic and at this point im really disappointed my camera is still powerless. He told me of a great tucked away hotsprings to visit and i take his advise.

I cut down one of my pairs of pathetic crago pants into trunks and go for a swim. I must admit Swimming with Canadians is quite an interesting experience. Clearly this cold weather, makes swimming in water a rather rare occasion and the social awkwardness of the crowd shows.

Picture a natural hot tube that seats nearly 200+. This hot tube has the ethnic diversity and resembles the same shade of colour as a salt shaker. The crowd is quite pastey and my farmboy redneck tan sticks out like a soar thumb. Gentlemen of all ages are not adverse to nuthuggger trunks and the whole crowd just quietly sits at the side. Including what would be normally rambunctious kids that would be splashing and diving around in a normal u.s pool. Everyone looks upon each other quietly and whispers amongst themselves. I couldn’t help but to think all eyes were on me. Even though im sure thats just a bit of paranoia.

The hot springs sure did feel nice, and soothed allot of muscles. I was ready for a good nights rest at the hostel. I make small talk with the other travelers in the dorm for a few minutes. And met an interesting fellow riding a pedal bike across canda starting in quebec. He has been riding for the past five weeks, and i felt like my little adventure was just a drop in the bucket.

I head out in the morning south to pick up scenic route one and spend another day… I set up camp tool around a little more and try to make a call back to the local guys, we get I get a few words in to everyone. Good to hear from Donniej, MorganB, and TonyJ. Cell phone reception is crap, and i do a little maintenance to the bike while the kit is off.

Debating on staying yet another day, rain and thunderstorms throughout the night quickly change my mind throughout the night. I wake up to cloudy but dry skies and decide it best not to push my luck and travel on.

I take scenic route 1 still west and hit the beuatiful town of Kelowna I find a nice spot to have lunch and continue on to Vancouver B.C. I tool around B.C. for a few hours embracing what the city has to offer. I have to say i Loved the look and feel, but i can see how commuting around the islands could be a pain. I really want to go back and visit this location again when I’ve done some better planning.

I cannot even express how awesome this leg of the trip has been.. Even if i were able to capture more images, it would not even begin to explain or capture the mystic these places contain. Everyone should really at minimum experience Glacier national park, and even then that doesn’t begin to touch on Jasper/ Banff area.

I exit out of Vancouver to find a place to bed down for the night. I seeing the Line for the U.S.A Boarder also made me a bit excited to i decided to cross over early. This was more of an undertaking than i expected and took nearly 2.5 hours to work myself through the line. Finally I am over and sneak myself into the overflow camping at a KOA. Catch a few hours of rest and head south towards seatle.

It managed to Rain almost the entire day, and managed to wear me out a bit early. While at a rest stop catching my sanity and enjoying some free coffee, they advertised cheap rooms down the road for a very reasonable price. My mind was set, and i was ready to call it a day only traveling a about 200 miles.

I awake Sunday to more rain, and a plan to make it to my aunt and uncles house to stay over a few days. They are in Molalla about 40 minutes south of Portland.

Right now I am in a cafe down the street, finally updating my progress and enjoying some running water, iced coffe, and good Reuben on Marble Rhye.

My camera is finally recharged, i swapped the oil and filter out on the bike, (Its been running great), and the clouds finally broke, and the sun is shining once again. I will be meeting up tonight in portland with Caver Dreomder(?sp) I cant wait.

Thursday morning ill be heading towards the coast and spending the next few days exploring PCH and the rest of Cali.

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The land of Big sky is right but it is still also clouded with smoke making far distances hazed. I press on towards glacier using scenic route 89. Nothing to eventful, but it is rather entertaining noticing as your the only one passing through and area even the cattle watch you pass by with interest.

The name of it escapes me but i was driving along a flat plain for nearly 30 miles until it nears the end that i realize that it i am on a plateau and the idea scope of elevation really hits home to me.

I enter the blackfoot indian reservation and things get a tad bit interesting. I wouldn’t suggest spending much time conversing with the locals, and a quite a few pan handlers begin to hassle you while pumping gas. However i do a group of 4 guys from WA and or two on metric cruisers and two fellows on on Nicely prepped Zx10′s.

It was fun to find a group of guys to do some quite spirited riding, and as long as the road stayed good and tight i had no problem keeping up, when the straights it, with the extra weight and lacking in power comparatively i didn’t have a chance, but i found them shortly in the corners.

The group Gathers shortly before entering the park and starting the road called road to the sun.

After the rather twisted appetizer before hand getting to glacier this route will have a tough act to follow.

Shortly after entering glacier

At this point I am much more interested in sight seeing and the group wanted to press on and keep the spirited pace, we share a few parting wishes and separate.

along the road is the weeping wall which is nice series of water falls that splash directly on the road.

While shooting a few shots two older gentlemen, one on a 95 bmw k7.5s and one on a early 90s wing stop by, Sam and Randy perspectively. They are quite the happy go lucky duo and we strike up conversation quickly. We share a few similar experiences from the road and they mention where they are camped and offer me a corner of their spot. (perfect cause campsite fees are actually rather expensive lately) We exchange cell number just in case and we decide to met up later, as we are traveling the road different directions.

I continue on up the mountain. Taking in the sites

Starting the way down right before rounding this corner it has a warning cross winds, And boy they were not kidding, i entered the path and the wind hit me head on. I felt like i was rolling backwards and my tack nearly dropped a grand and bike struggled to regroup. rounding the bend im not getting pushed towards these rocks. I twas challenging to keep the bike balanced to snap off a few shots even.

The glacier water was crystal clear, at this lagoon at the bottom and a few kids were even brave enough to swim in it. (If i had a set of trunks i would have as well.)

I make it to the campsite, Randy and Sam converge shortly after i get my camp set. We share a few more anecdotes, and histories over cooking some black beans, rice and sausage and call it a night. Sam is headed towards Alaska by way of the Jasper/ Banff where i was headed as well.

Originally i was going to spend an additional day at glacier but i liked the idea of having a travel companion to head to Banff so will leave with Sam in the morning. Randy is heading West to OR.

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I wake up in Super 8 in Cody and after looking at the map for a few minutes the night before its clear my options are rather limited. I head north on route 120 which skirts along the eastern border of yellowstone. a mediocre straight shot to Montana. On paper i shouldn’t have taken too long.

While on 120 i see yet another enterance to yellowstone. I give it one more go, and yet to no avail that entrance is closed as well(but without any dramatic appearance). so i meander my way back out to 120 and start blasting along to try and make up some lost time.

I go trucking along and ive never been on a road until recent days that you could see to the horizon vanishing point. But way off in the distance im convinced its a mirage i see a lone flag person standing with a stop sign in the middle of no where. A few minutes later it is no mirage and i am greeted by the flag lady informing it will be about a 20 minute wait.

I shut my motor off and begin to wait. Time passes and i count the beads of sweat rolling down my brow, and onto my map window of my tankbag. I felt like the wait would never end and i would be greeted by a twin peaks style midget at any moment. I conversed with the flag lady a moment but it is clear the sun has shear excitement of the job was getting to her as well(crazy).

finally another mirage starts way off in the distance and it is the sight of a very slow moving caravan of roughly 20-30 vehicles slowly moving my direction. they approach and the lead pilot vehicle turns off infront of me and its my turn to follow behind on a slow paced offroad prairie adventure for roughly 20 miles.

Rinse, Repeat this Method 3 more consecutive times and i finally reach Montana on what should have been a quick 80 miles.

Needless to reaching Glacier NP seemed out of the question today so i make the best of it.

And the best of it was. At the only gas station for miles a few other nice bikers inform me that Beartooth pass is open and the fire has not reached that high yet. SO head west up the pass.

Give man enough Dynamite and he would build this road properly explains this route. Simple awesome as i reach yet another 13,000 feet. Unfortunately i slowed with the photo taking because smoke was clouding all the scenery’s but i managed a few.

Notice the beartooth pass road at the bottom(roughly 40 miles of just that)

interesting vegetation

this little varmint snagged my coffee cake out of my tank bag.

near the summit

Fascinating cloud cover.

I have lunch in cooke city which is a quaint one horse town entering yellowstone. The line was long and not many knew the other routes were closed. I do my time and do a quick 40 mile pass through the northern tip of yellowstone. At this point all campsites were full cause it was nearing late evening and i pass out the northern montana gate. I travel out a ways and found a spot to bed down for the night and plan to make glacier in the morning.

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I wake up in the back hills ready to start yet another full day of travel. I pack up my gear and notice rain is starting to set in. I gear up accordingly and head out. I took a quick swing past Rushmore but it was far to cloudy to be not worthy.

I head out through the Twisties of the park and pick up 90 above Sturgis at Spearhead. I stick to 90 until i reach Gillette, Tired of droving through the Sturgis crowds departing masses. I fuel up at route 16 and 14, I look at the map and it seems to reconnect up at Big Horn mountains where I initially thought the fun would start.

Grabbing that last bit of fuel was probably the most important move i ever made. This back route took me directly through Wy farm land and the base of the foot hills near Sharadon. I only passed through 3 small villages all with quoted populations less than 150. I made it there but barely on fumes.

Here is some of the foot hills

the endless route.

Finally I make it to Big Horn, and say it was more than I expected was an understatement.

The road up hill was challenging to say the least but i loved every second of it.
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Finally near the top. The SV’s bone simple Fuel injection didnt handle this high elevation well, But it managed to push through.

a few shots from the peak.

Take notice the plume of smoke in the background ill revisit this.

I took the upper route and managed to engine off coast a large portion of the 10% Grade.

The final agenda for the day was to make it to Yellowstone and attempt to get a campsite for a few days. Nothing is visible from the town of Cody but Yellowstone is 50 miles and a mountain away.

Well remember that cloud of smoke earlier.

I get within twenty miles of the enterance and things drastically change. I decide to continue on regardless. Snapping pictures all the while.

the smoke is filling the skies now.

Im still foolish enough now to keep going. I can feel the heat and smell burning timber but

I’m still fascinated.

I finally made it to the park and talked with a few rangers. They said the fire just engulfed the road a head around the mountain and it claimed nearly 10,00o acres so far. He also informed me that the last time this gate closed it was shut down for 10 days so he suggested i plan a different route. two final parting shots.

At this point it just doesn’t smell like burning timbers. It burns my throat and eyes. I make a mad dash the 50 miles back to Cody and find a room for the night.

I think I realizing this wasn’t such a good idea

the view from Cody when I returned.

Since Yellowstone is out of the question tomorrow Ill push on to Glacier national park and start my Canadian portion of my adventure the following day.

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