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Not having a face with with to express my displeasure at stopping, I resorted to body language...
At least to stops provided a chance to stretch and walk around a bit. And photograph (the bikes of course)
Here you can see the mounting of the emergency gas cans on top of the cases. Very glad I picked up those cans in Denver!
After what seemed like 10 stops, we found ourselves in Lasson Volcano Park. We had not planned to stop here, the road we were on went through the park, and we had no real choice other than to make a 100 mile detour. So we braved the 15 mph speed limit for the next 35 miles. At least the roads were interesting, even at that slow speed!
Being a volcano park, every once in a while we got a strong whiff of sulfur. Yum.
The 850 was running great though. No more leaks, and no more smoking oil coming from my engine. Cant see my face in the Stig style picture, but I assure you I'm smiling.
Even more unexpected than the sulfer fumes, we found some snow! In July! This especially pleased Kyle.
The park was not very crowded that day, and despite the annoyingly slow speed limit, we enjoyed our time there.
After the park we picked up Rt 299 west. This road was awesome. Tight canyons, rivers, going under huge wooden rail road trestle bridges, and hardly anyone else on it. I need to go back there and spend a day just riding and photographing the 60 mile stretch we did. I didn't take too many as I was having too much fun.
Unfortunately though we ran into another road closure. This time due to a forest fire! The road was shut down, and they were allowing one lane through at a time. Eventually we got to go, and I wished I had taken some pictures of the burning trees RIGHT NEXT to the road. I was just thankful to make it to the other side though.
Eventually we made it to highway 101, and our plan was to head north to see the giant trees. By the time we got there, it was cold, and starting to be wet. So we pulled of at the first campsite we found.
A very nice older woman was behind the desk, and while assigning us a site, she asked if we had a big tent. I replied since we were both on motorcycles our gear was pretty compact. She smiled and said "You just said the magic words! The owner of the camp ground is a motorcycle fanatic, and anyone who rides in gets $10 off the fee!"
The owner then came out, obviously having just gotten back from a ride, wearing a full leather suit, and carrying a helmet. We talked bikes for a bit, then went to set up our camp. He gave us some good advice on how to avoid the mud on the paths in the campground.
Our home for the night under the big trees.
The redwoods are very tricky to shoot in, the intense tree coverage will trick the camera into using too slow a shutter speed. A tripod would have made these shots much better...
However we had a great night sleeping under the trees, as it was actually cool enough to sleep well! The next morning started off cold and wet so we got all bundled up and went to go look at some big trees!
At least to stops provided a chance to stretch and walk around a bit. And photograph (the bikes of course)
Here you can see the mounting of the emergency gas cans on top of the cases. Very glad I picked up those cans in Denver!
After what seemed like 10 stops, we found ourselves in Lasson Volcano Park. We had not planned to stop here, the road we were on went through the park, and we had no real choice other than to make a 100 mile detour. So we braved the 15 mph speed limit for the next 35 miles. At least the roads were interesting, even at that slow speed!
Being a volcano park, every once in a while we got a strong whiff of sulfur. Yum.
The 850 was running great though. No more leaks, and no more smoking oil coming from my engine. Cant see my face in the Stig style picture, but I assure you I'm smiling.
Even more unexpected than the sulfer fumes, we found some snow! In July! This especially pleased Kyle.
The park was not very crowded that day, and despite the annoyingly slow speed limit, we enjoyed our time there.
After the park we picked up Rt 299 west. This road was awesome. Tight canyons, rivers, going under huge wooden rail road trestle bridges, and hardly anyone else on it. I need to go back there and spend a day just riding and photographing the 60 mile stretch we did. I didn't take too many as I was having too much fun.
Unfortunately though we ran into another road closure. This time due to a forest fire! The road was shut down, and they were allowing one lane through at a time. Eventually we got to go, and I wished I had taken some pictures of the burning trees RIGHT NEXT to the road. I was just thankful to make it to the other side though.
Eventually we made it to highway 101, and our plan was to head north to see the giant trees. By the time we got there, it was cold, and starting to be wet. So we pulled of at the first campsite we found.
A very nice older woman was behind the desk, and while assigning us a site, she asked if we had a big tent. I replied since we were both on motorcycles our gear was pretty compact. She smiled and said "You just said the magic words! The owner of the camp ground is a motorcycle fanatic, and anyone who rides in gets $10 off the fee!"
The owner then came out, obviously having just gotten back from a ride, wearing a full leather suit, and carrying a helmet. We talked bikes for a bit, then went to set up our camp. He gave us some good advice on how to avoid the mud on the paths in the campground.
Our home for the night under the big trees.
The redwoods are very tricky to shoot in, the intense tree coverage will trick the camera into using too slow a shutter speed. A tripod would have made these shots much better...
However we had a great night sleeping under the trees, as it was actually cool enough to sleep well! The next morning started off cold and wet so we got all bundled up and went to go look at some big trees!
. This trip certainly will not be the last for my boxed 850. An interesting side note about my cases, I found the date stamped on them, one is from 1982, the same year as the GS, and the other is from the year I was born! I thought it was a cool coincidence. 
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. When you do go, take plenty of pictures and post em up!
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