Wandering Biker

Well it is time to leave the beach and head up to North Carolina to stay with my friend Carrie. I’ve enjoyed my couple of days in Florida.

I head north out of Fort Walton Beach and pass by/through Eglin Air Force Base. I keep on secondary roads and US highways through southern Alabama. The roads are pleasant, but not too fast as I have to go through many little towns.

When I reach I-85 the pace quickens considerably. Heading towards Atalanta is like being in a NASCAR race. People are going 20 mph over the speed limit even going through construction zones with county Sheriff cars sitting right next to the road. I guess they can’t stop everybody, so they don’t even try.

The GPS instructions are confusing going through Atlanta and I end up taking the wrong exit and having to wander around downtown Atlanta for 10 or 15 minutes to get back on the right road.

Atlanta to Greenville, SC continues the high-speed part of my journey. In Greenville I get off on secondary roads to go up to Hendersonville. It is dark by now and it is a little disconcerting trying to go the speed limit on these unfamiliar roads.

Carrie’s house is in a fairly new development and my GPS does not have her address, and I don’t really remember how to get to her house. When I get to Hendersonville I get off at the closest exit from I-26 and stop to have a fast food dinner. While I am eating I pull out my laptop and find her address in Google Maps.  I finally arrive about 7:30PM. I haven’t seen Carrie in about 3 years and I get a big hug and a cold beer when I get to her place.

I left Biloxi with Jimmy Buffet blaring on the CD player. “Brown Eyed Girl” came on and I felt sad that “the GF” was so far away back in Durango.

I crossed the bridge to Ocean Springs, MS and then on up to I-10. I stayed on I-10 to Alabama and enjoyed the beautiful view of Mobile Bay on the causeway. After crossing Mobile Bay I got off on US 98, which I thought would be a nice, scenic drive to Pensacola. It was more scenic, but the traffic was heavy and very slow.

When I got to Pensacola I stayed on US 98 and toured the “Redneck Riviera” of beaches along the Florida coast. I had seen some good motel prices in Fort Walton Beach, so when I got to Panama City i doubled back. I’m not scheduled to be in North Carolina until Monday, so I’m going to take a few rest days here at the beach.

Today was a beautiful southern Fall day. It was a little cool when I Left Natchitoches but quickly warmed up. The drive through southern Louisiana brought up some old memories and I enjoyed listening to some Randy Newman as I crossed the Mississippi on the Huey P. Long bridge.

I took I-12 around the north side of Lake Ponchatrain and when I got into Mississippi I dropped down to the Gulf coast on US 90. I hadn’t been through here since Katrina and was interested to see how the reconstruction was going.

After a few miles the Gulf of Mexico and the beaches came into view.

I got a room in Biloxi at the Biloxi Grand Casino with a pretty nice view.

After settling into my my room I found a little seafood restaurant. had some fried crawfish tails for dinner and then went back to the casino to lose a little money.

Today was a waltz across Texas.

I left the hotel around sunrise. After picking up some Mcbreakfast I ran into some fog about 10 miles out of town. The fog was heavy at times and lasted most of the way to Wichita Falls. It wasn’t all that unpleasant and kept the morning sun out of my eyes.

Topping a hill near Electra, TX I spotted a state trooper coming towards me and slowed down 5 mph to the speed limit. Too late. He crossed the median and pulled over on the side of the road and waited for me to go by and then pulled me over. After producing my driver’s license and insurance card and answering some annoyingly direct questions about where I was going I received a warning for going 5 mph over the speed limit. Fair enough.

I managed to hit Dallas at mid-afternoon and didn’t run into any real traffic problems. Timing is everything. Some of the roads were down to one lane for construction and I am sure it would have been a parking lot during rush hour.

Thought about stopping in Shreveport, LA but it was a little early so I continued on to Natchitoches, LA. Had dinner at Popeye’s Chicken and found a room for the night.

After a break of a little over a month I am back on the road. I’m leaving Durango and heading to North Carolina eventually. My dear friend Carrie has offered me one of her spare bedrooms while I try and find work.

I had to make a few last minute stops on the way out of Durango so I didn’t actually leave town until 8:45. The weather has been beautiful the last week and I am really sad to be leaving while it is still so nice.

The GPS wants to take me east on US 160 over Wolf Creek pass, but I have been that way so many times in the last few months that I decide to drop south and take US 64 over the mountains through Taos, NM. US 64 between Tierra Amarilla and Tres Piedras, NM is one of my favorite motorcycle roads.

West of Taos there is a large area of alternative houses, ranging from yurts to Earthships. I stopped and took a few pictures of one of the showcase Earthship structures.

A little farther east towards Taos is the Rio Grande gorge.

From Taos I headed south through Mora, Las Vegas and Tucumcari, NM. The road between Las Vegas and Tucumcari is very desolate but runs through an area of mesas.

At Tucumcari I got on I-40 and stopped for the night in Amarillo, TX.

Got up early again and checked the weather. It was 42 degrees and the radar showed showers to the west heading northeast. Decided to wait until 9:00AM to leave so the temps could come up a little, but got restless and left earlier. In an effort to keep warm I wore jeans underneath my riding pants as well as my (non-working) electric vest and my rain jacket.

I ran into the first few drops of rain just north of Gallup. After turning west on Rt. 264 I ran into a fairly heavy downpour and then broke out into a sunny area between storms and had a beautiful rainbow to ride towards for a while. I ran into another heavy downpour that lasted long enough that I could feel the rain start to soak through my riding pants and then busted out of the rain showers on the west side.

I’m glad it was dry at the Hubbell Trading Post because the entrance driveway is dirt.

The Hubbell Trading Post National Historic Site is the oldest continuously operating trading post on the Navajo nation. In addition to the trading post itself is a National Park Service visitor center. I poked around the trading post a bit and then walked over to the visitor center and got my National Parks Tour stamp.

Here is a picture of the trading post..

and here is a picture of the visitor center.

Woohoo! This stamp is my 25th state and completes the requirement of 50 sites in 25 states I need to get my National Parks Tour certificate from the Iron Butt Association.

Heading west from the trading post and then north on US 191 I see a storm approaching from the west. As I travel north it is getting closer and closer and I’m concerned it is going to catch me before I turn east on US 160. Even though I am racing the storm I stopped and took a few pictures of it.

I managed to beat the storm to the intersection with US 160 and headed east. Got back to Durango in the early afternoon, put the bike in the storage unit and retrieved the car. It felt strange to be driving in the car after three weeks on the motorcycle. I’ll be staying in Durango for a few days to catch up on people and things.

National Parks Tour progress so far - 54 sites, 25 states.

Woke up early this morning and got out the door right at 8:00AM. There is a very strong north wind to fight up to my first stop.

Washita Battleground National Historic Site is at the site of an attack on the Southern Cheyenne village of Peace Chief Black Kettle. There are guided and unguided walking tours as well as an overlook site that was closed the day I was there.

I headed out west across the Oklahoma and Texas plains. The north wind was very cold and fierce and I ended up following cars as much as I could so there would be someone close by if I got blown off the road or worse.

Lake Meredith National Recreation Area surrounds a man-made lake on the Texas panhandle. It provides drinking water to 11cities as well as recreational activities. The lady at the headquarters was very nice, but there was really nothing to do at the headquarters so I got my National Parks Tour stamp and moved on.

Heading south towards Amarillo with a tailwind the bike felt like I had twice the normal power and I had a good time passing cars like they were standing still. When I got to Amarillo I got on I-40 for the long slog west. Thankfully the wind subsided the further west I rode and wasn’t a problem the rest of the day.

With the time zone change it looked like I might be able to make my next stop before it closed for the day. Making this calculation tough was the many construction areas along the route along with my uncertainty of the closing time. I decided to forgo my normal afternoon snack stop and made a quick fuel stop. I managed to make it to El Malpais National Monument just 10 minutes before it closed at 4:30PM.

El Malpais means “the badlands” and this lava covered area fits the bill. There are lava flows, cinder cones, pressure ridges and lava tubes to explore.

Since I got this stop out of the way so early I continued on to spend the night in Gallup, NM. Today was the longest day of my entire trip.

National Parks Tour progress so far - 53 sites, 24 states.

When I got up this morning it was very overcast, but the rain had stopped and the parking lot was dry. It was a little chilly so I “installed” my jacket liner. I say “installed” because this one is a pain in the ass to put in compared to my previous one. I actually took it up to my room so I could lay the jacked flat and put the liner in. It’s like a 10 minute job. I hate doing it by the side of the road.

Went way past the Hot Springs National Park visitor center and had to ask for directions, but still made it to the front door before they opened. The visitor center is in the restored Fordyce Bathhouse. There are 26 miles of walking trails in the park as well as the Hot Springs historic district.

The roads out of Hot Springs towards Fort Smith are curvy and there was a good bit of truck and motor home traffic. It got even chillier than it was in Hot Springs and I ran through some patches of fog. Was glad I had the jacked liner in. It warmed up some as I got out of the mountains and close to Fort Smith.

Fort Smith National Historic Site is located pretty much right in modern downtown Fort Smith. Thankfully it was not too hard to find. There are actually two different locations for the Fort and both are accessible from the parking lot as well as a Trail Of Tears overlook. The fort was used as a federal court as well.

Between Fort Smith and Oklahoma City I ran through a couple of short rain storms that didn’t last very long. The sun came out for a little while so I stopped and put on my sunglasses.  Of course this jinxed the weather and things were looking pretty gray and nasty about 20 miles east of Oklahoma City. I stopped and took off the sunglasses, put on the electric vest and my rain jacket. From there on I was riding in a light mist and fog and it got cold again. I was glad when I got to Elk City and found a motel with an attached restaurant. I never really got very wet, just cold and damp.

National Parks Tour progress so far - 50 sites, 21 states.

Woke up this morning and it was raining. After checking the weather channel and seeing that I would be riding all day in rain I decided to take a day off from riding. Scarfed up a bunch of food from the “continental breakfast” at the motel so I didn’t have to go out for lunch and settled in for the day. Updated the radio station, watched a NASCAR race, paid a bill, called some friends and played a computer game. It was misting at dinner time so I went a few blocks and got a bite to eat. Tomorrow looks better.

Stayed up too late last night and just couldn’t get rolling this morning. It’s another beautiful day for a motorcycle ride.

My first stop is just a short hop down the interstate to Vicksburg National Military Park. The siege and eventual surrender of Vicksburg to the Union army gave the North control of the Mississippi River. There are over 1,340 monuments and a 16 mile auto tour route in the park.

After getting my National Park Tour stamp at Vicksburg I headed out across the Louisiana delta, where cotton is still an important crop.

My next stop was at Magnolia Plantation, part of the Cane River National Heritage Area. There didn’t seem to be anyone there, so I wandered around and eventually found the stamp, took a few pictures and left.

From there is was a long slog through northern Louisiana and southern Arkansas to get to Hot Springs, where I will get a stamp tomorrow.

National Parks Tour progress so far - 48 sites, 20 states.