Matt, Stacey and their KTM 900

One of the things I like most is meeting new people. Mat and Stacey camped next to us in Craig, Colorado.

Their gear was remarkably similar to ours. We both had a small two person tent, with a rain fly, which we both had to put up during the night as there was a little rain.

There were a few differences, Matt and Stacey were riding a KTM 900 Adventure.

Good Eats in Craig, Colorado

We stayed the night in Craig, Colorado. Someone suggested we try Cugino's Restaurant. We were promised good Italian food, and we weren't disappointed. The food was great and the service was excellent. We had three dollar margaritas that were delicious and stout. We left full and happy. Too bad this little gem of a restaurant is over 1000 miles away from home.

Jackson Hole ,Wyoming to Craig ,Colorado

We left Jackson Hole and went south along the Hobart River. Beautiful high country that eventually became sandy plains. I had to keep an eye out for antelope. We had only one slightly close call when a small antelope ran out in front of us. We stayed in Little America on Hwy 80 near Green River.

The next morning we headed south into the Flaming Gorge.

We stopped by the dam and took the tour. You know we had to ride over the dam before we left.

Of course there is NO FISHING below the dam.



We went on to Vernal Utah and took Hwy 40, which was practically deserted. We stopped for the night in Craig, Colorado.

Over the Beartooth Pass

We left Sturgis, headed for the Bear Tooth Pass. The road leads northwest through the town of Spearfish and Belle Fourche, which I am told is pronounced "Bell Foush." It seems that Midwesterners don't go for no high falutin' foreign pronunciation. The Capitol City of South Dakota is Pierre, pronounced "Pier."

This is Indian Country and goes through the Southern Cheyenne and Crow Indian Reservations. Off to the southwest there was a huge storm raging.

We saw constant bolts of lightning and the sky was black, but we had good luck. Every time we were about to enter the storm, the road turned and we avoided rain for the most part until we reached Red Lodge, Montana.

After a good nights sleep, we had coffee and visited Bone Daddy Custom Cycles. I don't know about any custom cycles, but they have a cool logo. Marie bought a t-shirt.

The Beartooth Pass is often called the most beautiful drive in America. The highway goes through the Beartooth and Absaroka mountains. While I love Hwy 395 along the Eastern High Sierra Mountains, there is no arguing that this highway is beautiful. The Beartooth is truly magnificent, the views are amazing, the valley is huge and the clouds, which were threatening rain, added drama.

At the overlook there was a dog that seemed fascinated by the view. He put his front feet on the wall and just seemed to take in the view. Even his owner was surprised how captivated he was by the view.

After we left the overlook for the pass, it started to rain then sleet. The sleet started to build up on the road but stayed slushy. It was cold and I was glad when we got to Cooke City where we had lunch and watched he rain come down from a cozy log cabin restaurant. I had blown a fuse by trying to plug an inverter to my cigarette lighter plug and the instruments weren't working. I replaced the fuse and all was good.

It rained all the way through Yellowstone National Park and all the way to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where we spent the night.

Trailers in the Black Hills

There were trailers hidden all over the Black Hills.









This guys t-shirt says it all.