Our Gray Hogs 2021 ride through the Sierras had an unusual end—Jerry realized he had to get home soon (he does this a lot) so he bailed early, and Brad damaged his Goldwing when he hit the back end of a minivan, and his son came over to drive him home in Long Beach. That left just Mick and me heading to see his daughter and son-in-law in Susanville for two nights before heading home ourselves. The first morning Mick suggested…
Read MoreSeasons and Timings
Compared to our southern California, all arrives early in Idaho, but somewhat irregularly. In mid-September, Sheila and I visited our grandkids there and discovered The Village at Meridian, a small “city” of streets and shops and cafes, centered by a marvelous fountain with hourly shows that synced music with the streams of water and lights. But while sitting at an outdoor table at Bodovino by the fountain, Sheila pointed out what may be even more intriguing. A nearby tree, maybe in the maple family, was already…
Read MoreI Need a Baked Potato
Context is everything. Well, almost. But it does give the backstory and brings in other elements of a situation that may change how we perceive it. So, the context for our recent trip to Idaho to visit our grandkids, Josh and Kate: my wife Sheila LOVES baked potatoes, and could have one every night. On our drive through countless miles of California and Nevada desert to the potato mecca, she voiced her desire for an IDAHO baked potato. Idaho did bring us to our grandkids, but…
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Mick on the left, in the redwoods
Seasons
Five years back, Mick thought the right time had arrived to stop riding his bike. He looked back on many miles and a lot of trips with no problems, and a slew of great stories and memories. So he decided to quit while he was still ahead. To show his commitment, he gave his Honda Goldwing to his son-in-law. His riding days ended. But his wife…
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