Spitslap Day 4 - Highway to Hell.
When I was doing a lot of climbing we had a rule to never go downhill into terrain that you don't know. Blew that one.
Pretty morning at the WMA.
Saw guy clatter up near us in a pickup with horse trailer. He used a can to make a funny noise and the five horses that stampeded in the night due to DC's snoring ran right up to that guy. He gave out some treats, looked them over, put one in the trailer and drove off.
That visit made this the most crowded camp site of the whole trip. On July 4th weekend even...
Time to vamos.
Uinta Mountains in the background.
Now if you are skilled enough, patient and persistent you might get this close to don Chano.
He waited for me at the state line.
And then winding on up to a pass that is 4 miles from the Utah, Colorado, and Wyoming tri - point.
It goes without saying on this forum that the most difficult and challenging pieces of riding don't get pictures. Survival does have a priority. You probably noticed the road sign at the state line as well as the helpful informative sign in the above picture. These are to lure you in. The road down the north side begins innocently enough but then turns and heads straight downhill and you need a good feel on the brakes so as to not lock them up. A couple of truck ruts got changed into 3 foot ditches and the road is set in enough that there is no turning around. In the future I will define stress as that feeling you get when you are on a Ural, straddling a chasm, and it starts getting wider. Panic is when said rift in the earth makes a right angle turn into oblivion. All I can say is that the throttle can be your friend. Your only friend. Even el Patron said near the bottom that there's no going back on this one.
This is where it leveled out enough to stop to wipe sweat away.
Only to find a little drainage going down the same road to untold delights beyond.
Then we came to this:
We didn't say nothin'.
However, some outlaw cowboy had run a dozer down the site of the former bridge and back up the other side. The bottom of the draw looked like this.
At the top of the slope it looked doable. Somewhere on the back side of my mind is scrawled a saying "When in doubt, check it out". I didn't. The bottom of the w@$# had been filled with logs or rocks or something, covered with dirt and called good enough fer who it's for. Well the last winter and w@$#ed a lot of it away. Those holes you see are very deep and the only stable dirt is the hard pack you see. Did I mention that the throttle is your friend? The hill on the other side is steep enough that the Ural needs 10 to 15 mph to keep the rpm in the torque curve in first gear. I saw the danger after I had pinned it for the climb. A hard bounce and on up the other side. Again little was said. We pressed on.
Another couple of miles and we reached a county road which I guess means that there is some maintenance. Some. But yes, little by little we breathed easier.
We could still see the Uinta Mountains.
The road became a regular dirt highway and we made it out to Highway 430 and Rock Springs.
We had plenty of excitement so it was nice to be on pavement and in Rock Springs we gobble a bunch of fast food and headed across Wyoming. Our original plans were to make our way on back roads to South Pass but this last winter has really torn apart any roads that don't receive regular maintenance. Slab it. Now one could take pictures of the highway to Farson and to south pass, but ... Why? We got on the Lander cutoff near south pass and headed for the first camp site we could find.
Technology is using the best tool for the job. Skill is doing the same job with a hammer.
2014 Ural Gear Up "Seven of Nine"
2011 Suzuki DL650
Anyone else in SE Idaho?