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 Long talked about but never achieved until this year!  We finally stayed a night on the river at the Heaven on Earth guest ranch!  So badass!  Golf, all you can drink beverages, steak dinner, pancake breakfast.  Yep.  It didnt suck!  

 The 8th tee box literally a stones through from the waiting boats.

 our 7 some, the second t time!  

 Beers and flap jacks.  

 Jacko, happy as could be toward the end of the second day.

 Eddy'd out in search of shade.  It was in the low 90's and ripping hot most of the trip.  

The boats get wet

I feel like we do a lot of really fun things in life, but the feeling you get putting all your gear into a boat on the first day of a river trip and shoving off into the wild for a week is pretty tough to beat.  Camp Baker is the put in for the Smith and its pretty much a shit show of boats, gear, people, etc.  We were up and early preparing. 

 

 First fish of the trip for me. 

 Jack, Ted, and BC, all smiles, stoked to be on the river.  

Confluence of the Smith and Rock Creek, mandatory stop.

 

Getting spring water at Indian Springs and discussing the finer merits of life and the pursuit of awesomeness. 

Montana barnstorming.

 Just got back to town last night from 8 days of floating and fishing up in Montana with a  lot of my old TVRC buds.  Had a blast, per usual.  First we stopped off in Ovando, MT to stay with Tyler and his parents at there amazing ranch.  We floated two days on the Blackfoot River in the still yet to be warm weather.  

I caught a bull trout is really cool and unique.

 And a pig of a brown trout that I failed to show off for the camera well!  I swear, it was bigger than it looks!  Over 22"

 Nothing but us and beautiful big sky country.

Des  with a nice 'bow.

 

 Getting our sea legs under us up on the Blackfoot was a damn fine idea.

The pre-Smith River posse.

Golf.

One of the many perks of monthly work trips in the summer time!  Golf after a long day of driving and seeing kids.  Found a sweet municipal course in Sheridan, WY last week. 

Sun Valley Rocks

 My moto buds and I opted to check out Sun Valley, ID last weekend with rumors of dry trails, amazing singletrack, and a moto friendly community of dirt riders.  Well, check, check, and check!  Sun Valley is moto nirvana.  The trails are outstanding, mountain bikers/hikers couldn't have been more friendly toward moto'ers, and there was very little snow whatsoever.  

Drew, on a sketchy section of "whatever you do, dont look down and dont fall" side hill terrain.  Sun Valley has it all trail wise.  

The boys on top of a big climb with the Sawtooths in the background.  Yep, that is last summers Baker Creek Fire you are seeing.  The whole area was burned to a crisp.

 

 In over 150 miles of riding for the weekend, we saw two other dirtbikers.  Damn, I hate such crowded trails!

 Steve, Alex. Aaron, and Drew.  We rode  like wild bandits all weekend long.  We all decided we would be back to explore further.  

 My 450 was kicking arse!  Looking north toward Galena Summit. 

 Another vista, more amazement how good the trails were.

Yep, that happened!

 Last weekend I took the sled out for a rip up on Togwotee.  I had never sledded in June and I set out for a goal of 40 sled days for the winter.  Well, last weekend I accomplished both.  SLedding in board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt is pretty sweet!

Stoked to be back riding in Wydaho

 It had been since early November since I had gotten out on some Wydaho dirt.  Last weekend the moto posse made strong work of some trails where we were the first riders of the year to brave them.  For good reason.  All the creek crossings were rugged, there were tons of downed trees, and the trails weren't buffed out yet, but it didnt matter.  We were so pumped to be back in some of our favorite haunts.  

Alex, a new member of  our moto tribe, in full indoctrination mode!  We thing he wants to come back again for more punishment.

Something that I need to get better at and have been working at is "wheeling", ie....Lots of throttle and a painters touch on the clutch to get the front end of your bike up and over obstacles.  I still have a ways to go, but its getting better!

 

 What moto is all about.  Miles from anyone, nothing but you and your buds.  We didnt see anther soul the whole day.  

 And, well......buzz kill!  There is still a ton of snow  up high right now.  Normally you can find sneaker routes around big cornices, north facing snow banks, etc.  But, when the trail is burried under a 10 foot cornice and the only way around it is to carry each bike individually on a muddy, steep slope, well, thats how it takes a hour and a half to go thirty feet!  All part of the adventure!

 Alex doing a full throttle snow dance.

 Up in the Big Holes overlooking the Teton Valley and the Teton Mountain Range.

 Drew on the Big Hole Crest Trail.  We couldnt get too far and ultimately had to turn around due to huge snow drifts.

 Sorry Stevo, but I had to put it up.  You can probably guess what happened to Steves moto after this shot was taken.  Suffice to say, I threw my phone down, dove into the creek, and helped Steve save his moto from floating down the creek.  Long story short, water got into the engine, Steve couldnt ride it out, he walked it to another trailhead, we meet him almost 5 hours later.  Nobody said it isnt an adventure riding dirtbikes!

Steve trying to find the trail over months old avalanche debris.