These days I only manage to ride motorcycles with my dad, brother and brother-in-law about once a year. This time we made our way to Stoddard Creek.
Its about 60 miles north of my parents house. Very few people can find Idaho on a map which is fine with me. Because of that fact there are a lot of
great places to ride within just a few hours. Most of the time we are alone in the mountains even on a Friday or Saturday. The solitude is nice, but
there is that nasty possibility that you wreck and nobody finds your body until spring.
Most people don’t like logging these days, but thanks go to the logging industry for this trip. All of the roads in the area are old logging roads.
I doubt the Forest Service has the motivation or the money these days to build trails into remote locations.
Here’s the photos:
Sunset
The only accident of the day
My Truck
Give me your wallet
Its not what it looks like
Jimmy pointing at logs in the way
Austin. Dad in Background
Austin Commenting. Dad in Background
Austin, Jimmy, Dad
Austin, Jimmy, Dad
TTR 250
Jimmy
Trees with Distant Mountain
Jimmy
Austin
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Austin
Wildflowers
Wildflowers
Wildflowers. Pretty eh?
My bike
Water
Don’t fall
I will poke you with a stick
The Ninjas
The scenery
Taking Pictures
Me
Jimmy
Austin on Big Rock
Tricky
Old Loggin Roads
Stoddard Creek (area)
A view
The back of Austin’s head
We’re lost