Part of this journey was to test how they felt about spending day after day in the sidecar, and how they handled hot weather in it. Because of the miles we had to cover, this ended up being an even bigger test of that. When left to our own devices we’ll spend about eight hours [...]

We’d left the tent fly partially obscuring the tent because the weather forecast had said it might rain on us, and the day started with Dachary waking me up because it was starting to rain. I jumped out of the tent and pulled the fly completely over us to keep the rain out. It seemed [...]

During the evening a snazzy 1977 Honda… something parked beside the Ural. As we packed up the bikes in the morning I found myself talking bikes with its owner / maintainer. Apparently parts are getting hard to find for…whatever it is, but as he talked he smiled with memories of hours spent wrenching on it. [...]

In which we’re pleasantly surprised by Ontario, but our bodies continue to rebel at the pace.

In which we make it to Canada!

Day 14 – Marshall, MN to Merrill, WI We got up at 6:00 AM. I walked the dogs in the light of a beautiful sunrise. Despite our attempts at efficiency it was still an hour before we were on the road. The weather was cool, and it wasn’t long before we had a hundred miles [...]

We were too tired to do the service last night, and also way too far behind in the posts. We opted for the less physically taxing task of choosing and uploading images, writing the final day’s post, and putting images into old posts. It took a while, but finally, finally we were caught up. Dachary [...]

The Badlands awaited us, along with the burning sun. Determined to avoid her killing rays, we got up at five… much to the annoyance of the tent dweller in the next space, I’m sure. On the road at 6:30 through the touristy town of Keystone. No breakfast for us, as everything was still closed. In [...]

In which we stumble across soe American history, and Dachary is uninspired by a national monument.

The original plan was to leave Lake Granby, and the rest of the F650.com folks on Sunday, but then we realized that we’d set ourselves up to do 420 miles to the next campsite, just around the corner from Mt. Rushmore. On the F650s, without dogs, that wouldn’t be a problem, but the Ural is [...]