I found a little campground on the Snake River in Eastern Washington. When I headed into Clarkston on Hwy 12 to get more provisions, I saw billboards advertising boat tours of Hells Canyon. I had no idea what Hells Canyon was, so I did a little research. Read more
Majestic. Awe-inspiring. Grandiose. Those are a few words that came to mind. "Grand" is what they chose. Disappointing. I did my research, I studied my maps and read numerous articles about the Grand Tetons, but nothing will prepare you for SEEING these mountains for the...Read more
The morning found me sleep deprived, but I was getting use to it. The anticipation and excitement of the days adventure, and the sheer beauty of every mile is what got me out of bed each morning. I didn't know what the day would hold, but I knew we would be crossing back into Italy.
It's amazing how well you will sleep when you are physically fatigued. One would think the next day would be dreaded, but I looked forward to it. The Beast had been tamed, the coffee was strong and the breakfast was filling. I was ready to roll, as were the other 9. [caption id="attachment_4154" align="aligncenter" width="690"]