Man, Motorcycle, Mountains Day 7

Man, Motorcycle, Mountains

Day 7 -- Idaho

Awoke to a partly cloudy sky and 54 degrees.  Packed bike before breakfast was served at 7am, enjoyed a nice, home-cooked breakfast and got going at 730 for a long 297 mile day.

The road south was straight and desolate, desert type land on each side and mountains in the distance.
Went south as far as Mud Lake, then east to Rexburg, then north towards West Yellowstone.  It seemed that God was blessing me with good weather--I could see storms in the distance all around me and always a bright spot in the sky the direction I was headed.  I was blessed by the sense of His presence.  Also, I went a little slower and relaxed more.

This is the Buffalo River, one of the first of many scenic places I saw.
There were tall pine forests and the scent of pine in the air that I enjoy so much.

These are some of the storms that I was dodging, was quite fun actually.  Felt like me and God against the rain, and God's team was winning!

This a scene typical of the riding environment I was enjoying as I approached Hegben Lake and Basin, where I chose from several camping areas.  I picked "Baker's Hole" because I know someone with that name and the sun was shining in that direction.

Pitched my tent and made camp.  The "man" came by and gave me the bear lecture, said a grizzly had come right down the road we were standing on earlier in the week.  Then it started to rain, so I layed in the tent till it quit.  After that I had a nice, peaceful evening, built a campfire, and admired all the pine trees around.  No regrets camping, especially where it is cooler.  No showers here, though.

At sundown, I stowed all my food in the bear box, and went to bed, praying for God's faithful protection over me.