Crossing the border into Idaho I had to start thinking about where to get some sleep that night and how to get back to New Mexico. Twin falls wasn't too far away, but I stil had plenty of daylight. I headed East along the Snake river into American Falls, but I couldn't find a motel. Every one I called or went to was full up for the night. 12 hours on the road now and I'm pooped. Looking down the road on the map I started searching in Pocatello, found a Motel 6 and made a reservation, then blasted another hour and a half down the interstate.
This motel was a bit sketchy with rough looking folks hanging around outside the rooms and the parking lot. I packed the saddle bags, trunk and tank bag up to the room. Dinner that night was more provisions I carried along with me. A pack of tuna fish with some multigrain crackers and an apple sauce cup. Yum....sort of, but I wasn't hungry anymore. I was really uneasy about leaving the bike out in that parking lot so I constantly checked on it. It eventually quieted down out there and I actually got some sleep.
Up again before sunrise, but not moving too fast. i got some takeout from Burger King and looked over the mape to plan today's ride. I had never set foot in Wyoming either so what the heck. In fact, Yellowstone was not too far away so I headed in that direction.
At that point, I'd have two manageable days of riding to get home by Wednesday afternoon. That part of Idaho was nice and green. Mostly farm land and lots of manure. It took a long time to get that smell out of my helmet. Still trying to avoid interstate travel as much as possible I rode through several small towns and enjoyed the ride. Passing through Idaho Falls and Swan Valley, I started to get into the mountains. I was so glad to be away from the intense heat of Nevada and thoroughly enjoyed the mountain air.
As I approached Jackson Hole, Wyoming the traffic started to get pretty heavy. With license plates from all over the country, these were no doubt tourists heading to Yellowstone and the Grand Teton National Park. Man, this place was crowded! In Jackson Hole, I passed by a huge stack of elk antlers and stopped to take a pic. As I waited for my turn, folks came up and took selfies. They handed their cameras to each other for different shots not noticing that I was waiting for my chance to snap a pic. Finally, I got to get a shot. A lady asked if she could take a pic for me which was pretty nice I thought. It still got photo-bombed by a couple of people, but that's kind of funny I thiink.
As I followed the caravan of motorhomes and crossovers loaded with hikers, I started to rethink my route. Yellowstone would have to wait for another day or I may not get back home until Friday, I thought. Grand Teton National Park was still breathtaking. I was suprised to see snow on the peaks still, especially when just yesterday I was roasting in Nevada.
Finally, I just plugged Albuquerque into the GPS and checked the "avoid highways" box to head toward home. Mostly in that direction anyways. I meandered around Wyoming most of the day. Some gas stations were limiting access to their store. Customers had a path to the register and had to tell the attendant what they wanted from the fridge or munchie shelf. Covid knows no borders. Every podunk town everywhere is affected by this thing. If only Vegas and other large cities took such measures, maybe we could have kept it at bay, but I digress.
Stopping under a shade tree, which was getting harder to find, I had another handfull of jerky and a cliff bar. Whashing it down with a big bottle of water I looked over the map and thought about where to spend the night. I'd like to be setup to ride some nice mountain roads tomorrow, I thought. Steamboat Springs is nice, maybe I'll stay there. Looking into it I was taken back by the cost of rooms there. Reeeeally wishing I had my camping gear now! I settled on a tiny place called Kremmling, CO, not too far from Steamboat Springs. It got dark before I reached the town and I couldn't find anywhere to grab a bite to eat. Yep, another cliff bar, jerky, fruit cup and I was rolling again. It's a good thing I grabbed a one pound bag of jerky from Costco and two boxes of cliff bars. One saddle bag had nothing but food and water in it.
I passed by a mom and pop mercantile store and pulled in for a few provisions. Seeing fresh produce I was like a kid in a candy store. All that jerky has not been kind to my system. I realized after checking out I had a bit more to carry than I'd planned. Fortunately the motel was a block away. Come to think of it, in this timy town, everything was a block away.
Crap, too much to write about and I still have one more day. I may be talking to myself at this point. Here are a couple more photos.