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Travel Slow

Most of us hustle through our days. A need for speed becomes a way of life instead of a means to an end; a habit instead of an occasional necessity. Road tripping has made me more mindful both on and off my motorcycle.
Travel Slow.

Yellowstone Wildlife go with the Flow

massive bull bison yellowstone

Yellowstone black bears and bison show us how to live the good life.

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When a Dragon’s not a Dragon

The 11-mile stretch is said to have 318 curves. I could believe somewhere in excess of 100 if you count the tiny wobbles off a straight line, but not 318. Oh well, why quibble? It's fun!

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Beartooth Highway and Hype

Here's Beartooth Pass...not quite at the summit

It’s one of the legendary roads that riders talk about with a mix of pride and wistful sighs; pride for having braved it, and a sighs at witnessing nature unadulterated.

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Red Lodge and Variety

Little guy on big horse in Red Lodge

Unlike any parades I’d ever seen back east, almost everyone in this one was either on mule or horseback.

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Standin’ on the Corner

Tam in Winslow, AZ

How a pop song saved an Arizona town that the railroad abandoned and an interstate bypassed. I'm standin' on the corner of Winslow, Arizona.

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Canine Bikers

GS_rider_terrier_at_Lolo_Pass_Summit

I wasn't there to explore the Northwest Passage, I was there to ride the Lolo Pass. At the summit, I met Clark the biker and Henry the pannier dog, one of many canine bikers I've met.

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Redwoods and Resiliency

I first learned about Redwoods in a Highlights Magazine. Forty years later I met them in person. I hope that these photos and factoids inspire you as they did me.

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Nowhere to Sleep in Oil Country

Here's a story where fellow campers came to my rescue

Trying to find a place to camp in North Dakota oil country took some ingenuity and the help of fellow campers willing to brave Yellowstone River mosquitoes.

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Speeding to Cheyenne

About 100 miles north of Cheyenne, I looked around and didn't see another soul on the road. That's it, I'm gonna throttle up.

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My Forrest Gump Day as a Motor Marshal

I'd seen the Tour de France on TV and noticed that they use motorcyclists for other miscellaneous duties. You probably know where this is headed.

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