Idaho, You Win!

Last of the Tour of Idaho shots.  Some notions I took away from the 8 days of moto from Utah to Canada all through Idaho....

1. Idaho is rugged, gnarly, remote, awesome, and full of adventure

2.  I am a proud native son of the great State of Idaho

3.   We may have won the battle, but Idaho won the war!

4.  You don't have to spend a ton of money on an overseas trip to some far flung location to have a wild experience, it's literally right on your back yard.

5.  We will be back next summer to do it all again!

With the big miles everyday, we opted to ship oil, filters, and cleaning supplies to Shoup and did some bike maintenance half way through.  

 Early morning sunrise on Iron Mountain Road, near Elk City, ID.

 Sunrise, Selway River.  Our route the middle of our trip took us along, over, and through three of the most hallowed whitewater rivers on the planet.  The Salmon, Lochsa and Selway Rivers.

 Gas in lil ol Lowell is not cheap.

 Shots are a bit out of order, but here is Stevo, at the Canadian Border, Day #8.  Damn right!  2,000 miles later.

 Me, Day #7, crossing Kelly Creek.

 Toward the very end of Day #7, which was the same distance as from Los Angeles to San Francisco, although we did it all on dirt, we were treated to the Ol Milwaukee railroad line that has now been torn out and turned into a multi use trail.  Yep, Stevo, no headlight, heading into the dark.

 Me, emerging out of the tunnel, stoked knowing that Wallace, ID was just a short bit away.  

Contrary to popular belief, you can be on a moto and still see a ton of wildlife.  We saw....

-Bear

-Skunk

-Rattlesnake

-Marmot

-Antelope

-Deer

-Moose

-Elk

-Trout

-Eagle

-Hawk

-Big Horn Sheep

 

Steve, crushing it on the last day on the Independence Creek singletrack.  I grew up fishing here as a kid, it was sweet to get back up to "home" and run the amazing singletrack up there and know Canada was well within our grasp.

 

 Charging the upper reaches of Independence Creek.  The beauty of the TOI was certainly the variance in the terrain  throughout the trip.  We rode amazing singletrack, buffed forest service roads, sand, US highways, cow trails, and just about everything in between.

 Of all the things we saw along the route, this was probably the weirdest!  First ones on the scene of a plane crash near Priest Lake.  Nobody was hurt.

 What were once brand new tires 2,000 miles ago in Utah were now slicks by the time we had Canadian soil under the bikes!

Canada, eh....Hell, fing yea!