Welcome to our blog

Us at Arcadia Beach

Welcome all who have found their way to our family blog.

We have been working on this for about a week, testing links out, etc and now feel ready to make it available to everyone.  I’m sure there are going to be issues that we’ll work out as well as things we’ll add as the blog progresses.  I’ll probably add more links, pages and categories as things progress.  But for now, this should be fine.

Shelley and I hope to update the blog regularly, but not sure what that really means.  Daily?  Weekly?  At least weekly.  Maybe more often once we get into the swing of things.

Feel free to offer recommendations or things you would like to see added that Shelley and I may be missing.

The Idaho BDR and NWOL Rally

For our second backcountry adventure we chose to do Section 1 of the Idaho Backcountry Discovery Route.  This section starts in Jarbidge, NV and goes north to Pine, ID at the north end of the Anderson Dam reservoir.  It’s hard to see in this photo, but the end of Section 1 is that dark purple icon with the bed on it.

We weren’t planning on going all to the way to Pine, however.  We were going to come out at the south end of the reservoir (that first light purple icon along the green line) and head to the Northwest Overland Rally in Plain, WA.  We didn’t want to back track down the BDR so we were just going to come off the BDR early and that would make a good place to restart it another day.

On Saturday, July 10 we headed to Jarbidge to start the BDR.  We followed the guideance of the BDR map and took the more difficult route to Jarbidge instead of the more direct route that Google maps suggested.  Besides, the idea was to be in the backcountry.

So we exited I-84 in Mountain Home and took ID 51 south to Rowland Rt Rd.  Since we had a vehicle breakdown on our last trip, in which we took a pre-trip photo, Shelley wasn’t very excited to do the same on this trip.  A bit superstitious, I know.  But also foretelling.

We took that all the way to Nevada where it changes to NF 37.  NF 37 was heavily washed out.  We managed to get through it, but it took quite a while as we had to get out on foot and walk the route to make sure we were going to be safe.  It took about 90 minutes to go 1 mile.  From there we took various backcountry roads east eventually passing through Diamond A Ranch (and some private property that the road has an easement through) and eventually onto a narrow, steep windy road that led down to NF 62 (which become Main St in Jarbidge itself).

I don’t know if we took a wrong turn, or read the map wrong or what…but the narrow, steep windy road we took after we left the Diamond A Ranch led down to this at the bottom.

There was no such sign at the top.  The road wasn’t that difficult to navigate either.  It was just narrow and steep with a tight hairpin turn that, with a trailer, took some pre-planning but we did it without having to back up.  I don’t know why the road was closed.  NF 37 at the Nevada/Idaho border was in far worse shape and it had no signs at either end.

While traveling down Rowland Rt Rd at the start of our way to Jarbidge, we suffered a major failure on the Moby.  The weld on the bottom seam of the water tank burst and we lost all our fresh water.  We had to leave Boise full as none of the camp sites in this area of Section 1 were going to have water so we had to bring it with us.

This was quite disappointing.  Especially after the shock failure in the Mojave just a few weeks prior.

Luckily, I brought a 5-gallon water jug with us but it was empty.  When we got into Jarbidge we found a general store that had a well out front and we were able to fill the water jug.  That would get us to our second camp site where we could refill again without any problem.  After arriving in Jarbidge, we did a bit of sight-seeing.  They have a really nice little city park in the center of town and a cool monument as well.

After visiting around Jarbidge and buying some ice cream from the store we headed up to our camp site for the night and the first few miles of Section 1.  We stayed at the Juniper Campground (GPS 42.03577, -115.37305) just across the Idaho border.  The red star is the approximate spot where we camped on day 1.  Juniper Campground is next to a nice river edge that was running fast due to the heavy snow fall we had over the winter.  There were even steps leading down to the water that were well under water from the high flow.

On Sunday, we headed out north up the BDR.  This section of the BDR isn’t difficult at all.  It was mostly dirt with some pavement, but the dirt roads were all in good shape and wide enough for two vehicles to pass with out issue.

There also wasn’t much to stop and see except for the Bruneu Canyon Overlook.  But to get to that overlook, you have to leave the BDR route for a detour.  We didn’t mind.  We knew we weren’t missing anything on the BDR and I was surprised this wasn’t the actual route in order to take advantage of this overlook.  You can see how the BDR (green line) turns NE and we sent NW to the overlook.  Well worth the detour.  Photos can not possibly do the overlook justice.  It was pretty spectacular.

After stopping there, it was on to our next camp site at the Bruneu Sand Dunes.  The campground was pretty empty.  We took Ripley for a walk over to the dunes, but didn’t climb them ourselves as it was too hot to leave Ripley in the truck or trailer and our camp site didn’t have power to run the AC for her.

We spent a leisurely evening until a storm moved in and ripped down the kitchen awnings.  We had to do an emergency take down of the awnings to keep them from being damaged.  The Moby’s side awnings were fine.

The next morning, Monday, I started making phone calls to various places in Boise to see about getting the water tank repaired.  We found a place who told us if we got it to him that afternoon he could fix it quick and keep us on the road.  So, instead of making our way to Anderson Dam, we headed home with our backcountry trip over prematurely.

When we pulled into our driveway, we dropped the water tank and I ran it up to Tim’s Job Shop who cleaned up the seam and welded a new bead along the bottom edge.  All in all, it took him about 30 minutes and I was headed back home.  We re-hung the water tank and we were back in business.

Tuesday morning, we head off to our next stop outside Baker City, the Union Creek Campground.  This was just a pit stop on our way to Leavenworth.  This stop in Baker City was pleasant and quite.  The weather was great and we just took Ripley for a walk and relaxed.

On Wednesday, we moved up to Leavenworth and stayed at a KOA to make sure we could top off with power and water before heading to the Northwest Overland (NWOL) Rally in Plain.

We were glamping it in Leavenworth.  We picked up a growler of beer from the local brewery and had a real nice dinner at our favorite restaurant in Leavenworth, Pavz Cafe.

Thursday we moved up to Plain and moved onto the Rally grounds.

The NWOL Rally is much smaller than Overland Expo in Flagstaff.  But it had the same idea.  Venders selling new products, classes on various aspects of overlanding and backcountry travel, equipment demonstrations, vehicle courses and lots of free beer.  NWOL also had pre-determined trail runs for each day.  We didn’t participate in those, however.  Also, the overwhelming percentage of participants here are from the Northwest and western Canada.  So, in a sense, it’s has a local flavor to it that the Expo did not.

We took a class on trailer maintenance and learned how to service our trailer’s ball bearings.  We did attended some presentations on the UT backcountry and the ID backcountry.  The UT one wasn’t that great as the main presenter didn’t show up, but the ID one was nice as the presenters knew a lot about northern UT and shared that information with us.  We also attended a Leave No Trace presentation by a local Idaho rafting company and they brought along…..free Idaho beer!  I think one of the best classes we took was on mountain biking techniques.  It was one hour and we were two of three that showed up.  After the class, it was just Shelley and I and the instructors hung around another hour talking about bike maintenance.  It was really pretty cool of them to do that.

Someone took a drone up and took a photo of the entire area.  We are that little orange spec that the green arrow is pointing to.  The trees in the bottom left are where the off road courses where held and the upside down “L” shaped clearing on the right are where all the venders are set up.

The organizers had a big bonefire every night (it was kinda rainy the first night so no fire) and did a raffle drawing for a bunch of swag, mostly, but there were some really nice things given out too.  We got nothing.  Bummer.  Venders, like Rugged Overland below, did their own raffle giveaways too.

A member of NWOL put up a post on the forum about meeting for breakfast on Saturday.  So we went over to his camp on Saturday morning and met other NWOL members there for breakfast.

There was also plenty of time to wander around the site and check out other people’s rigs and set ups to look for ideas.

It was a really fun time.  Very relaxed.  Very small and easy to get everywhere.  In fact, there were things I wanted to buy, but didn’t know if things would fit on our set up.  The venders were more than happy to “loan” it to me to walk over to my truck/trailer and check the fit before buying.  No one ever asked for ID or collateral in case I didn’t bring it back.  It was all very friendly and low key.

Saturday night was the end of the Rally and Sunday morning we finished our packing and headed home around 7:00 am for the long drive home.

The Mojave National Preserve

This is part 3 of our road trip we took back in may.  You can find Part 1 – Fruita, CO here and Part 2 – Overland Expo here.

We left Flagstaff, AZ and the Overland Expo bright and early on Monday morning, May 15, 2017.  We packed up nearly everything the night before and were on the road by 0700.  Our destination was the Mojave Road for our first truly 100% off grid 4×4 trip with our truck and trailer.

The Mojave Road starts about 10 miles SW outside Laughlin, NV (35.052000, -114.676210) but because of where we were traveling from, I decided to pick up the Mojave Road where it crosses CA Hwy 95 (at 35.113020, -114.829520) instead.  The stretch of the Mojave Rd from Mile 0 to where we started takes a few hours and we didn’t have that time to spare on Day 1 because we were coming from Flagstaff.  One can drive the Mojave Road in about 2 – 3 days, but we wanted to take it slower and stop and see as much as we could.  There were also a number of hiking trails we wanted to try.  So this wasn’t just going to be a drive across the desert.  Instead of 2 – 3 days, we were looking at 4 nights and 5 days and we still couldn’t see everything we wanted to.  To really see the Mojave, I think one needs about 6 nights and 7 days, if not longer.

We left Flagstaff fully charged and full of water in our trailer’s 21 gallon fresh water tank.  Plus we had an extra 15 gallons of water and 20 extra gallons of gas in Jerry cans.  We stopped in Laughlin to top off the truck’s fuel tank and hit the Safeway store for provisions, then it was off to our Mojave Road trail head.

We pulled off CA Hwy 95 at our trail head to get our bearings, air down tires and take our ‘start of our trip’ selfie.  Yes, I did buy a new hat for this trip.

We made good time from Flagstaff and got started earlier then I expected.  However, this section of the Mojave Road we started on was terrible.  It took us 90 minutes to drive the first 7 miles.  I knew it would be slow, but that was real slow.

Our first stop was going to be Fort Piute (35.114844, -114.985142) but after getting to the turn off to it, we calculated how long it would take to get there and still make it our first night’s camp site and decided it would take too long.  The problem with Fort Piute is that the road beyond the fort is impassable to everyone except for the best equiped off-road vehicles (so we’ve heard).  We weren’t going to try it.  This makes the side trip to the fort an out and back route instead of a route that passes through.  We just didn’t have enough time now.  So, unfortunately, we had to cancel our stop to Fort Piute.

Further, there is another wash-out I was aware of on the Mojave Rd (MP 27 – MP 30.5) that creates a 14 mile detour.  The park service wants people to take a 29 mile detour, but there’s a shorter one I found in my research and we took it instead.  It was very driveable.  We met some Overland Bound members at the Expo who had driven the Mojave Rd in March and confirmed my research.  Plus, they said even the section that is “closed” is passable.  A number of their group took it and beat them to their first camp site by hours.  I was tempted to take it since we were behind schedule, but decided to stay on the cautious side and take the 14 mile detour.

By passing up Fort Piute we did have time to stop at the Laser Ray Mine (35.027400, -115.033722).  That gave us a chance to get out of the truck for a bit and stretch our legs and give Ripley some time outside.  The mine’s ruins were pretty…..well, ruined.  Not much to see.  It would make for a good camp site, however.  Something to remember for next time.

We climbed back into the truck and continued on.  We didn’t get far before our first mechanical breakdown.  The driver side shock on our trailer tore off its mount.  At first, I thought it was the weld but upon closer inspection, the shock mount tore completely off the trailer’s frame leaving a hole in the frame rail.  Well, that was a bit of a surprise……to say the least.

Another surprise was that I had cell service via Verizon on my work phone.  I gave Moby 1 a call to ask about pulling the trailer on one shock.  I spoke with Harrison who, surprisingly again, said this was a known problem to them as it has happened before and they have since incorporated a new mounting system on their trailers.  Well, that would have been nice to know before we left Boise.  I would have thought they might give current owners a heads up instead of finding this problem 17 miles into the Mojave Road.

I took the shock off the trailer and we continued on.  About 10 miles later, the passenger side shock tore off its mount.  So now both shocks were gone.  The trailer still did fine.  It just had a bit more bounce in it over the rough road.  We stopped by the Mojave Bus Camp (35.119550, -115.115130) and took some time to get out of the truck at high points in the trail to look around and explore a bit.  Here are some photos of Day 1 on the Mojave Rd.

Stopping at a high point in the trail….seriously….to look out over the valley floor.

The Mojave Bus Camp.  This would make a pretty nice group camping spot.  Big turn around area and nice and flat.  No real cover or break from any wind, however.  And no, I didn’t put any rounds into the bus.

The Mojave Bus Camp.

Penny Can Tree.  The story I read on this can goes back to when the Mojave Road was used for transportation and trading and crossed lots of private property.  In fact, there is still a lot of private property out here along with homesteads.  The owner of one section asked for donations using a can, like the one pictured, in a tree.  Users of this section were asked to donate to the can to help offset his cost of maintaining the road.  Yes, we kept with tradition and donated to the can as well.

We did finally make it to our first camp site in the New York Mountains (35.218872, -115.309633) but it was late.  We had wanted to stay farther up Carruthers Canyon, but figured that might be another 30 minutes so we took this spot.  There was a hike at the top of Caruthers Canyon I wanted to do on the morning of Day 2, but with how long it took us to drive around on Day 1, I was concerned we would run out of time, so we bypassed that hike on Day 2.

This camp site was really nice.  Easy to get into, big area to turn around and might provide good shelter from any wind.  Our evening was pretty calm.  It was a good thing we didn’t go by Fort Piute or start at MP 0 after all.  It was close to 2000 hrs by the time we set up for dinner…and it was actually cold.  We huddled around the grill while we cooked hamburgers, ate and went to bed.  Having left Flagstaff around 0700, it had been a long day.

The next morning we woke up with the sunrise.  We set up the solar panel on the side of the truck to charge things up, made breakfast and enjoyed the morning.

Shelley putting breakfast together.



Breakfast, fruit and hot drinks

With no shocks on the trailer now, we decided that we would stick to the more improved sections of road in the Preserve and stay off the rougher sections.  We did scout out some camp sites along Caruthers Canyon and visited the windmill (35.225351, -115.300387) in the area before we headed off to our next camp site.  It appears the windmill powered a pump from this old water cistern.  As we drove up this road, you can see remnants of the old pipe line along the side of the road, partially buried.

The Mojave Windmill

We made much better time by staying on the more improved sections of the road network in the Preserve and eventually made our way out to Granite Pass.  On the way there, the trailer did well even without the shocks.

We stopped at the Mojave Monument where the Mojave Rd crosses the Kelso Cima Rd (35.176040, -115.509276).


We traveled down the Kelso Cima Rd and stopped by the visitor center in Kelso (35.218872, -115.309633) which is closed on Monday and Tuesday.  It’s a cool area and I recommend stopping to check out the historical markers and the old jail they have set up.


Some of the original Kelso buildings surrounding the area.


The visitor center.  This building is original, but has been refurbished and returned to its original likeness.  This is a real nice area.  It was a bummer it was closed.

me in jail

We arrived in the Granite Pass area early and had time to drive up and down the area scouting out the various camp sites in the area.  I counted five.  Shelley went out and scouted the first one and turned back when she ran into a swarm of bees from a nest.  She spotted them with no issues, but we weren’t going to camp near by.  We finally picked a real secluded spot tucked way back up into the boulders.  It was a sweet location.  Tough to maneuver a full-size truck and camper into, but we made it (34.808008, -115.621451).  We would definitely stay in this area again.


Since we stuck to the more improved roads, we made great time and had time to go explore the area after setting up our camp.

On this day we also finalized our plans on how to get the shocks fixed.  We decided that we would go home via Salt Lake City and drop the trailer off at Moby 1’s shop and have them do the repairs.  This decision also forced us to cut our trip short by a day as we needed to be in Springville by close of business Friday.  We decided that instead of finishing the Mojave Road east from the Mojave Monument to I-15, we would stay on the Kelso Cima Rd and head north to Cima and stay near the Mojave Cross on Wednesday night.  Then we would spend Thursday driving to Springville and drop the trailer off Friday morning.

In my research of where to go and what to see in the Mojave, the area around the Mojave Cross was on my list but our original trip ran out of time and I cut it out of the original plans.  So this was easy to put back in as I already scouted the area out via Google Earth.  There was a nice hike in the area and good camping options.

After breakfast on Wednesday, Day 3, we headed north and took a pre-planned side trip to the Kelso Dunes (34.892444, -115.699056).  This was quite a hike.  We had never climbed a sand dune before, which was interesting to say the least and the view at the top was pretty spectacular.  No one was around but us.  On the way down a visitor from Switzerland was on his way up.


The hike only took us about 2-1/2 hours round trip.  It wasn’t “hard”, but it was a bit more difficult once we started ascending the dune itself.  We learned quickly that if you walk on the windward side of the summit ridge, the sand is a bit more compact and easier to walk on.


The untouched summit ridge.


Looking back down the summit ridge.


The summit is actually a combination of three ridges.  In this photo, Shelley is at the top and I walked down one of the ridges coming off the summit.



me on kelso dune


The weather was really very pleasant for this trip.  We got hot because of the climb, but the temperature was really nice.  We put Ripley in the trailer while we were gone and turned on the fan for her.  But it never got hot at all.  When we got back, it was in the 60s inside.

After leaving the Kelso Dunes, we found another great camp site near the Mojave Cross.  This short driving day also allowed us to go for a second nice hike over to Teutonia Peak Trail.  This was another nice, mellow hike with great sweeping views of the valley floor.  Not a long hike by any means.




We hung out around the camp site and explored the area immediately around the cross before dinner.  There are a number of nice camp sites in this area.






This area we stayed in is known for its large Joshua Tree forest.  These were some of the coolest trees to walk through.  Very different from anything we’ve ever seen.  Some were smaller but others were quite large.  This was the most interesting day of the trip with the Kelso Dunes and this Joshua Tree forest.  And since we weren’t on the road long, we had a lot of time to explore around the area.





Ripley was so happy to be able to go with us as we walked around this area to check out the camp sites.  She finally got a chance to stretch her legs.



After we spent the afternoon exploring, we had dinner, relaxed and then climbed the rocks behind our camp site and watched a spectacular sunset over the Mojave.




On Thursday, Day 4, we packed everything up and head to Springville.  We stayed in a KOA in Springville, took showers and got cleaned up.  Had a nice dinner in a local brewery that night and dropped off the trailer at Moby 1 on Friday morning before heading home to Boise.

It was quite the trip.  Fruita, Flagstaff and the Mojave National Preserve.  Two weeks on the road at three distinctly different stops made for a real awesome trip.  And having not finished the Mojave Road gives us ideas for a return to the Mojave Preserve in the future.


Our Visit to the Overland Expo (West)

After we finished our mountain biking in Fruita, you can read about it here, we traveled to Flagstaff, AZ to get ready for the Overland Expo (West).

You can read about the Overland Expo here.  This was the 14th year for the Expo.  The organization that runs the Expo holds two every year.  One in Flagstaff an another on the east coast in Asheville, NC.

Since this was our first year attending, we signed up for the full-meal deal and bought the full Expo package called the Overland Experience Package (OEP).  That got us camping on site inside the Expo grounds and full access to all the classes and presentations.  It also got us a free beer every night at the outdoor beer garden and a full catered dinner on the last night.  Those food and drink specials were nice, but we really wanted the hands classes and driving courses.

We arrived in Flagstaff from Fruita on Tuesday night and stayed at an RV park where we had full hookups.  We wanted to be able to drive down from Fruita with an empty trailer and move into the Expo on Thursday full of water and fully charged.

We arrived in Flagstaff to freezing temperatures and had to set up in a freezing drizzle.  But we managed and settled in.

We had hoped to mountain bike Wednesday morning/afternoon, but the freezing temperatures and rain stopped us, so we spent the morning sleeping in and doing laundry and grocery shopping in the afternoon.

Wednesday night was an Overland meet-and-greet in old town Flagstaff.  A block of old town was taken over by various Overland rigs and five businesses had free beer (yes, free) and sales on their merchandise.  The alcohol laws in Flagstaff are……interesting.  We spent the night drinking the free drinks and window shopping.  We met some people as we wandered around including a couple who just returned from an Overland motorcycle trip to Panama and back.

Flagstaff, at least the old town, is a pretty cool place.

Thursday afternoon we moved into the Expo and got our camp site set up for the weekend.  We did some wandering around the Expo as venders were setting up and got our bearings after we checked in and got our maps, passes and swag.

The Expo is huge.  There is a huge vender area that ranges from small booths and full blown demo displays.  Sportsmobile even holds an annual Sportsmobile owner’s get together where they have their own camping area in the woods.  There is another vender and demo area for Overland motorcycles as well.  The Overland motorcycles had their own camp ground as well.

Then there are the driving courses for trucks, cars and motorcycles.  There’s a man-made Land Rover off-road skills course.  A rock-crawling course.  Multiple vehicle recovery area demo areas.  Our OEP got us access to all these courses.

The Expo had set up portable toilets throughout the area if you wanted to use them, or you could use your own set up on your trailer/truck.  There were also hot showers set up for on site campers.  All in all, logistically, the place was set up pretty well.  You can tell they have been doing this for a while.

I’m a member of an Overland group called Overland Bound.  Many of us were trying to coordinate a meet up at the Expo on Thursday night.  We got in the camp grounds early and we weren’t a group traveling together, so we didn’t get to park with the rest of the groups.  However, we carried our chairs over to their camp site and hung out with them Thursday night.  It was nice putting faces to screen names and trucks you see on social media.  We also wandered around the camp ground a bit and met another Moby 1 owner, Monty, from California.  I knew him from social media too and immediately recognized…..his truck (LOL) when I saw it.  We saw four Moby 1 trailers at the Expo (counting ours) and met three of the owners.  The fourth was never home when we stopped by….bummer.

On day 1, Friday, Shelley and I participated a couple driving courses with our Avalanche.  The OEP allowed us to use our own vehicle for the driving courses.  We did a marshaling/picking a line course.  I drove one section with Shelley marshaling me and she drove another with me marshaling.

We did some basic hands-on recovery courses as well.  Since we had never done any of this stuff before, Day 1 was all the ‘beginner’ courses.  On Day 2, Saturday, the recovery classes were more detailed and the driving courses were a bit more in depth.  On Day 2 we also got to take the Avalanche through the Land Rover Experience course.  This was the highlight, to me, of the driving courses.  The course involved inside turns on steep banks, outside turns on steep banks, steep inclines and descents as well as other obstacles.  A Land Rover driving instructor rode shot-gun.  Both Shelley and I had an opportunity to drive the truck through the course.  It was pretty fun seeing what the Avalanche could really do as it has been a daily driver for 8 years and we just are now putting the ‘off-road’ side of it to work.  In fact, until this course, I never have had the electronic locking rear differential kick in.  But this course required the truck to be in 4-Low and both Shelley and I got the rear locker engaged when we had one of the back wheels completely off the ground as we negotiated the obstacles.  I wish we could have taken pictures or video but both of us were in the truck the whole time.

We got to spend a lot of time meeting with venders about options and new modifications that are coming out and what they are offering.  We are looking at getting a new truck to replace the Avalanche and we want to make sure we get the right truck to match up with the modifications.

We spoke with ARB about air-lockers, Rhino Rack about their bike racks among others.  Venders held product demonstrations around the venue to show off their stuff.  We also just walked around and checked our the cool trailers and campers.  We also walked through the stuff we’ll never get, but oogle over…..the Sportsmobiles, Earthroamers and Earthcruisers.  Pretty cool stuff.  Each evening different vendors would bring out kegs of beer and fire up their grills and give away food and drinks.  Even after the show officially closed, you could still wander around and enjoy some food and drinks.  Tepui Tents even had live music and beer one night.

On Sunday morning we got up early and took our Ham Radio test for our technician license.  We had both been studying for it for a few weeks.  Shelley a lot shorter time than I as she got into the class as a fill-in and I signed up months in advance.  So she started studying before she even knew if she was able to take it.  You’re allowed to miss 9 questions of the 35 asked and I missed 9……a pass……as we say at work, “71 and gun.”  Shelley, of course, aced the test.

After passing the exam, venders were serving various breakfasts for everyone.  We wandered around eating different foods and someone was even making Bloody Marys.  Sunday wasn’t as busy with classes for us.  We went to a presentation on the Mojave Road, which was our next stop on this trip, but mostly we just wandered around looking at stuff and meeting some people.  You could tell the Expo was starting to clear out by Sunday afternoon as many people headed home for Monday.

We enjoyed the catered, free dinner that night with our OEP and hung out with some other Overlanders we met on Sunday while taking the Ham radio test.  We got to talking while we were waiting for our score and learned he and his wife were from Oregon and own a Moby 1 trailer too.  We visited a bit and then met back up with them at dinner Sunday night and exchanged contact information.  Nice people.  Hopefully we can arrange a mutual trip in 2018 with them.

In fact, everyone we met while at the Expo were real nice.  Lots of stories.  We were so busy with classes, however, I think we may have missed out on some of the personable aspects of the Expo.  I think if we were to go back again I’d just do the camping package.  Unless we have our new truck, then I’d want to take it through those driving courses.

Sunday night we packed up our truck/trailer for an early departure Monday morning as we had a long drive.  Lots of people left Sunday and by Monday morning the camp site was pretty sparse.  We left early, full of water for the Mojave Road.

Our Trip to Fruita, Colorado

Shelley and I made a short weekend stop in Fruita, Colorado a few weekends ago for some mountain biking.

We stayed at James M Robb – Colorado River State Park for three nights and four days.  The below photo was our camp spot.  We wanted to stay in North Fruita as there are tons of BLM spots up there, but with us coming into town on Friday night with a big mountain biking event that weekend, we didn’t think we’d find any spots.  So we just made reservations early for a spot.  This was a pretty nice camp ground.  On Monday, after we finished mountain biking up there, we drove the area around North Fruita marking all the camps spots for future trips back to this area.

Ripley seems to always find the best seat in the house.

We left Boise on Friday and made the drive in one day…..one long day.  11-1/2 hours with fuel and food stops.  We didn’t want to waste a day of vacation traveling by taking two days to drive there, so one long day was better.

The mountain biking area we really wanted to try out was in North Fruita, but a mountain biking event was taking place this same weekend.  So our first two days, Saturday and Sunday, was spent in the Kokopelli trail area and the Rabbit Valley trail area.  Both are south and southwest from Fruita.

Monday, after the mountain biking event was over in North Fruita, we drove up there and spent the day.

Here’s a map of the area so you can get an idea of where we were riding.

The riding was great on all the days.  It was so much harder and technical then what we typically ride on around Boise.  Plus, there are hundreds of miles of trails to choose from too.

This was our Kokopelli area ride.

The scenery around this ride was pretty spectacular.  As you can see from the map, a lot of the ride was right along the Colorado River.  We could see a lot of rafters cruising the Colorado too.

As I mentioned, there were places where we couldn’t ride and had to get off and walk the bikes.  Steep drop offs or just real technical climbs.  In this photo of Shelley, you can see her getting ready to climb down.  With her in the photo, you can see that’s about a 10′ drop.  There was one spot where the warning was regarding a 100 yard boulder field that dropped 60 feet or so and said that all the but the most technical riders should even try it.  We watched a couple guys from Germany try it, but only one of them even came within half way to making it.  Everyone was climbing up or down it.

This was our Rabbit Valley area ride.

Rabbit Valley was pretty nice, but not quite as spectacular as riding along the Colorado River.  This area was more wide open with some spots where you rode along cliff faces, but mostly it was pretty mild compared to the day before.

This was our North Fruita area ride.

Our rides in North Fruita were mostly long climbs to spectacular downhills.  On the map above, those long straight lines on the right hand side were 1-way trails where you climbed up one and then ripped it down hill on another.  Then we moved over to the west (left side of the map) and did a big loop.  That loop was pretty nice at the beginning, but around mile marker 13 on the map, it got pretty difficult with lots of climbing and areas where we had to walk our bikes.  Then, the down hill came along and it was miles of greatness back to the trail head.

Here you can see Shelley just beyond that first clump of trees along the trail working her way to those switch backs on the second ridge in the background.  That’s what we had to walk.

Here we are, finally at the top looking back down what we just rode/walked up.

Now that we are at the top, I’m getting ready to take in the miles of downhill ahead of us back to the trailhead.

On Sunday evening, my sister Laurene and her husband Roger both came to visit for the afternoon and join us for dinner.  They live just a few hours away and got some of their own biking in on Sunday before joining us.

It was great to see them again and catch up over beer and dinner.

You Were a Good Dog, Jake

As for humans, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals.  Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other.  All have the same breath; humans have no advantage over animals.”  

Ecclesiastes 3:18-19


Jake, 2001 - 2017

Jake, 2001 – 2017


Yesterday, our 4-legged family member passed away.  Jake was 15-1/2 years old.


A happy dog


I don’t even know where to begin.

15 years makes for lots of memories and adventures.  I can’t include every story here but I hope you take the time to go down memory lane with us while we remember our faithful companion.

We found Jake at the Idaho Humane Society in March of 2002.  He was the third dog we visited that spring.  In 2002, Bev’s dog Cody helped us in picking out just the right dog for us.  You see, Cody was going to be our new family member’s camping and hiking buddy and the two had to get along.  So we brought Cody to the shelter to visit possible recruits.  I found Jake in a group kennel and he was the first of the dogs Cody didn’t attack.  So we all hung out together in the shelter’s yard for awhile and got along.

After making arrangements to have Jake neutered, on March 20, 2002 we brought Jake home.  We paid $65.00 for the honor of having him join our family that day.  The records from back then state he was 9-1/2 months old, putting his birth around June 2001.

Shelley, Jake and Rich, 2002

Shelley and Jake, 2002

There are many things one can say about their canine companion.  “He was a good bird dog.”  Or maybe, “He was a great hunting dog.”  Even, “She was a great camping dog.”

Jake was our companion, our security, our road trip partner, our hiking partner and an international traveler.  He traveled all over Idaho camping and hiking.  He swam in 4th of July Lake, Hell Roaring Lake, Kane Lake, Red Fish Lodge/Lake, Lake Stanley and hiked throughout The Seven Devils, the Sawtooth Range and the Smoky Mountains just to name a few of his adventures.

Red Fish Lake, 2007

Lake Stanley, 2014

Lake Stanley, 2014

Kane Lake

Kane Lake, 2004

Cascade Lake, McCall 2011

Cascade Lake, McCall 2011

Upper Bernard Lake, 2005

Hiking up to Dry Diggins Overlook, The Seven Devils, 2005

Proper camp site leash maintenance was not Jake’s thing, Sedona AZ, 2016

Then there were numerous summer and winter Yurt trips to the Idaho City area.

Shelley and the dogs, Rocky Ridge Yurt, 2003

Shelley and the dogs, Rocky Ridge Yurt, 2003

Our attempt at a family photo. Jake didn’t like things pointed at him, 2003

Jake on a winter camping trip, 2003

In his years of traveling he visited Washington, Oregon, Utah, Arizona, Colorado and Alberta, Canada.  He drank salt water out of the Pacific Ocean on his trips to the Washington and Oregon coasts.  He hiked in the Cascades and the Olympics.  He got to meet mountaineers at the Rainier Mountain Festival in 2010.  He went on treks around Bend and Leavenworth and he even walked on the Athabasca Glacer in Canada.

Cannon Beach, 2008

Cannon Beach, 2008

Banff, Canada, 2005


You were a good outdoor dog, Jake.

Smelling a vacation, 2016

When we went on trips to the outdoors, he would run off into the woods to find whatever he could find.  Chipmunks and squirrels were his lifetime nemesis.  They would taunt him on camping trips and then run one way, while he looked another.  But he had perseverance.  He would wait at the base of a tree for hours, just hoping they might slip and fall back to him.  Ah, the ever elusive chipmunk.

Jake and the chipmunk, 2007

Whispering Pines Yurt, 2007

You were a good exploring dog, Jake.

The weather never bothered Jake.  Rain, wind or snow.  Hot or cold.  He seemed to enjoy every season and every climate.  He really did act like every day he woke up was a miracle and he wasn’t going to waste it.  I don’t think he ever wasted a single minute.

Snowshoeing in McCall, 2014

Snowshoeing in McCall, 2014

Jake never barked in anger or attacked another human.  He would never bite food from your hand, always being careful and gentle when you offered him up a treat.  And after we brought Ripley into the house in September of 2002, he became her protector as well as Shelley’s.  He never seemed afraid to come to either of their defense when necessary.

Jake and Ripley in our garden, 2002

Jake and Ripley in our garden, 2002

You were a sweet dog, Jake.

Jake had a routine around the house.  I’m sure he was more OCD than I am.  He liked to see the world as his domain.  Keeping an eye on things from a top the hill behind our house, looking out over the city.  What he was watching for all these times, we don’t really know.  Maybe the local fox or the deer that would stroll by on occasion.

Jake overlooking his "Kingdom"

Jake overlooking his “Kingdom”

At night, he would walk the perimeter of the fence line one last time before coming into the house to go to bed.  He even would walk a perimeter on camping trips.  Just keeping an eye on things, I guess.

Jake "listening" to his "Kingdom"

Jake “listening” to his “Kingdom”

While I worked nights, Shelley felt safer knowing he would alert to any intruder.  Even if it was just a fox walking around on the deck.

You were a good security dog, Jake.

As anyone who knew him from 2002, he was not very fond of men being around the house.  Including me.  And he hated men in beards and hats.  This issue with men did not apply to our good friend, Skip, however.  No, he loved Skip from minute one.  Go figure.

Jake even was one of the star attractions on our wedding cake in 2003.

Our wedding cake

Our wedding cake

Shortly after bringing him home, I traveled to Seattle for a weekend trip and when I came home, Shelley and Jake had bonded.

I was out of the picture.

It took years, close to a decade, before he would start to trust me more.  He always tolerated me, but never really trusted me.  The odd thing was this behavior was only in our own house.  On walks or on trips, he was a totally different dog.  But not at home.  Over the last 5 – 6 years, something changed in him and he became more relaxed and trusting around me.

As an explorer, Jake had a tendency to get himself into trouble.  We had some landscaping work done in the back yard and had trenches dug to run electrical wires to our patio and the trees out back.  Yep, he got stuck in that 4 foot deep trench.  Wedged in like a cork.

Back in Seattle we had a massive hole dug in the back yard of our house to repair a sewage pipe.  The hole was about 12 feet deep and 6 feet wide and long.  The top was covered, but that didn’t stop him from falling in that one either.

Jake in a hole, May 2014

Sometimes he would be the victim of his sister’s malfeasance.  When Ripley decided to get into Shelley’s luggage and eat an entire bottle medicine, we had no way of knowing if Jake partook in the pill popping party.  So, along with Ripley, he had his stomach pumped.  Of course, he didn’t eat any pills.

Ripley, Jake and the pill bottle, July 2010

You were a tough dog, Jake.

His love of fast food french fries and cheese got curtailed sometime around 2010 when he was diagnosed with canine pancreatitis. I guess that was good for us too as we had to stop eating fast food fries on road trips too because we felt so guilty not being able to give him any in the car.

We started noticing an obvious decline with Jake in the spring of 2016 while visiting Seattle.  He was having trouble standing up on the hardwood floors at my sister’s house.  Later at home, in the early summer, his back left leg started getting worse and he became trapped on our hardwoods (he couldn’t stand himself up) one day while we were out.  He probably had been down for a number of hours and couldn’t stand on his own when Shelley came home.  It took hours for him to get the use of his leg back.  By the next morning, he was walking like normal again.  We made the house more “friendly” to him by using throw rugs in strategic places in the house.  During this time he was fine on rugs, grass and outside.  Just not on hardwoods.

When we took him to the vet, Jake was diagnosed with canine degenerative myelopathy which has no treatment and no cure.  This is a progressive disease similar to ALS in humans.

In watching his behavior decline over the last year, we suspect he was also suffering from undiagnosed Cushing’s Syndrome and dementia.  But we cared for him as best we could.  We still included in him in all our trips when it was physically possible.  He loved going on walks, even if we could only walk down the street to the stop sign in our neighborhood and back.

In July of 2016, we went on a camping trip to Stanley Lake.  Jake really struggled on that trip.  He was very slow and the waves at Stanley Lake and Redfish Lake would knock him over when he tried to wade into the water.  When we made one last trip down to the lake before leaving, it would be his last visit to a mountain lake.

Stanley Lake, 2016

Stanley Lake, July 2016

Stanley Lake, July 2016

Chilling to the music at Red Fish Lodge, July 2016

Our final trip was just a few weekends ago when we took a long weekend up to McCall.  Jake got to be out among the trees and snow one last time as we hiked up a service road.  His spunk was visible even if his body wouldn’t allow him to do all the exploring he’s been used to over the years.

McCall, February 2017

McCall, February 2017

Jake was sweet dog.  Yes, he was neurotic dog.  He was a protecting dog.  He was an exploring and an adventurous dog.  And, yes, he gave us many sleepless nights as well.

Having tea at the Plain of the Six Glaciers, Banff, Canada, 2005

But you were a great companion, Jake.  Thank you for those 16 years, buddy.

Jake playing fetch in the backyard

Sometimes, the biggest compliment one can bestow on another is the most modest and humble of compliments……………………………..

Snowshoeing out of a yurt

Snowshoeing out of a yurt



You were a good dog, Jake.




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First Reactions

Early in the evening, shortly after Kentucky closed, I saw a report that Rand Paul won his re-election.  He was the guy I wanted on the GOP ticket.  At that time, I really felt that was going to be the only good news I would see all night.
Not that Trump as President is good news.
An “R” in the White House is good news.
But holy cow…….I never thought the White House, the House, the Senate and 30 Governors?  Talk about a complete and total rejection of the current DNC policies.  It’s like 2008 but with a Republican version.  And that’s exactly what it was…..a rejection of those policies.  Just think how bad it would have been for the Democrats if women, blacks, asians and Latinos had voted for Trump and the Republicans.  Thank God for the uneducated white man!
I’m not happy with the GOP.  I haven’t been for some time.  In fact, I’m down right cynical and jaded.  I admit it.  I’m not happy with Paul Ryan (there was a time when I really thought he might be the one to make a difference) as I don’t think he’s the same Ryan that was the VP candidate in 2012 or the fiscally conservative Representative from 2009.  Our fiscal house, for me, is the 2nd biggest issue our country faces and nothing in this election result changes this course.  I don’t think a Trump Presidency will stop the bleeding of our national debt.  Hillary wasn’t going to change it either.  No one has a guts to change it.  Not Trump, not Hillary and not Bernie.
But I am happy the 2nd Amendment is safe.  Specifically, I’m happy that an individual right to carry a gun, possess a gun and use a gun for one’s personal, self defense is safe and free from future “reasonable” Federal Government over-regulation.  Dammit, and I bought all those guns, spare parts, tanks, drones and booby traps too.  Should have used that money to buy TSLA!
I’m glad that Heller, Graham and Garner are all safe.
I doubt the Federal Government will change its policy towards the 4th Amendment, however.  That does makes me sad.
I could say that I’m happy that the rule of law is better protected, but I’m not sure that will be the case.  Not because Trump is some sort of corrupted law breaker.  I think he’ll just be a pawn in the GOP Legislative sprocket.  That is till he gets pissed off at that sprocket and switches parties mid-term.  I just don’t think, in the upper tiers of our current party system, the rule of law really has that much meaning any more.  Hell, the DNC screwed over their own constituents to get a corrupted, unindicted felon on the Presidential ballot for God’s sake.  Say what you want about Bernie, but I’d rather be an admitted socialist then be a unindicted felon.  Give the man some credit.  There are DNC activists on video talking about how to rig elections through voter fraud and plant moles in campaign stops.  When will you Democrats learn that the DNC doesn’t care about you any more than the GOP cares about me?  Even this uneducated white man figured that out 10 years ago.
I liked what a commenter said last night…..The people voted for the repugnant outsider instead of the repugnant insider.  That he’s an outsider……I hope beyond hope…….that it makes some type of difference.  But because of the way these two parties are structured, I doubt it will have much “change” at all.  See what I did there!
So, my guy lost last night.  He never had a chance, I knew that when I filled in that bubble.  Did I waste my vote?  No, I don’t think so.  My vote had a purpose and a “hope” behind it.  Ha!  Did it again!
I haven’t seen the national numbers yet but I can always hope that one day another option between two terrible options is given to all 50 states with the same gusto as these two screwed up parties.  But alas, I’m sad because I doubt that will be the case.  The media doesn’t want that, the GOP doesn’t want that, the DNC doesn’t want that and 118,723,655 (and counting) people don’t want that.  So, we’ll keep doing what we’re doing and we’ll keep getting what we’re getting.

My Big 5-Oh

Trying to get back into writing on my blog. I have to admit that posting little snippets to Facebook is much easier and it has taken me away from the blog for some time.  So I thought I’d come back with a recap to my 50th Birthday week.

It’s kind of fitting, in a way, as Shelley and I spent three days and four nights on Mt Rainier this past week for our 2nd and 3rd summit, respectively.  We are now a multi-summit of Mt Rainier family.  Not too shabby.


The Summit of Mt Rainier

Rainier wasn’t a blue bird trip, but it was pretty close.

The forecast was calling for rain and storms on our approach days, but the storm waited us out for about 12 hours so we got above it on our way to Camp Schurman.  We did get some precipitation but we were well above the 7,500 ft freezing level by that time and just got some light dusting of snow.


Camp Schurman

The wind, however, was a bit more of an issue.

The wind started on day two as we set our tents at Camp Schurman and didn’t stop till the following late morning as we made our way up the last snow field to the summit.  The wind also made us start a bit later than we would have liked.

We woke at about 4:00 am and started climbing around 5:30 am.  It was easier to stay warm during our breaks with the sun up than it would have been had we left in the dark at 1:00 am.  It was pretty cold, but nothing like we’ve experienced in other places.


10,500 feet. An hour out of Camp Schurman.

We made it up and back in about 10 hours.

Although the summit wasn’t right on my birthday, it was still pretty cool to be back in the mountains again.


Around 13,500 feet on Mt Rainier.


Moving up to Camp Schruman from our camp 1 on day 2.

My sister, Sylvia, was putting us up in Seattle for this trip and she and her husband, Bruce, picked us up when we got back.

Seattle may be beautiful and all (during the summer) and it has great food and places to see, but it also has traffic.  Really, really……….really bad traffic.  Sylvia and Bruce live about 6-1/2 miles from Alpine Ascent’s office and that round trip too 1:34 minutes.  Yep, 13-mile round trip in 1 hour and 34 minutes.  I even took a photo of Bruce’s car’s trip computer to prove it.  Man alive.

We planned this Rainier trip last fall/winter and then in January or so we learned that Ken Griffey Jr was inducted into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame and the weekend we came down off the mountain was going to be Ken Griffey Jr Weekend at SafeCo Field.  So we bought tickets for two of those games, Friday and Saturday, to watch all those festivities.


The Hall of Fame Kid.

Both games were great.  Both games were Mariner come-from-behind wins in the late innings.  Saturday was like a playoff game with a sold out crowd and lots of pomp and circumstance with the retirement of Griffey’s number and all.

What a lot of fun.

Saturday, Sylvia organized a birthday brunch for me with those family members living in Seattle.  My other, wiser, sister Barbara and my brother Bob and their family all came by for the brunch.  Sylvia really knows how to put on a spread and celebration.


Thanks, Sylvia for doing all that.  It was really great.

I got some good cigars (one of which I am smoking now as I write this post) and some other cool stuff.  Barbara got me a Roman numeral “L” shirt that she said stands for “50” but I have other ideas about her true intention.


Birthday loot.

barbara and the %22L%22 shirt

Shelley and I drove back to Boise on Sunday and on Monday I had a low key birthday get together here in town.

We met some family and friends at Payette Brewery, had some beers and caught up with some people I hadn’t seen in some time.  Then Shelley took me to a nice dinner and chocolate fondue dessert.

Pretty nice day over all.  And a pretty awesome week.

shelley and I at dessert

Shelley and I at dessert

I stood on top of Rainier for the 3rd time, saw two great ball games, had a great family brunch and hung out with friends and my beautiful wife.

I’m a pretty lucky 5-0.

Some shout outs now.

Thanks to my sister Carol and my niece Sierra for house sitting and baby sitting our dogs while we were gone.  Without them doing that, climbing Rainier and having such a great week would never have been possible.  Thank you two so much.

Thanks to Sylvia and Bruce for putting us up in their house and for the great hospitality….like always.

Thanks to everyone for coming by for brunch, Barbara/Jim, Monica/Joe and Bob/Jennifer.  The gifts and vices I received were very thoughtful.

Thanks to everyone who came by for a beer at Payette and the cards and gifts, Andy, Sue/Hawk, Travis, Ty, Dean, Noah/Amy and Bev/Greg.

And of course to my lovely, beautiful wife Shelley.  After 9-ish years of climbing, she still enjoys going up mountains with me and sharing in those hardships.  She’s so strong, smart, fit and thoughtful.  It was her idea to climb Rainier the week of my 50th birthday and it was her planning that brought everyone together in Boise.  It was a great week and I’m glad I shared it with you.

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