Cattle Drive

I was in the high desert.

Between Alkali Flat and Wagontire Oregon.

Cattle in groups of 10-50 were heading along the fence line in the opposite direction.

This went on for a what seemed like several miles.

There could have easily been a thousand head.

I couldn't see anyone making them move.

I couldn't figure them.

When I hit breakfast at the world famous

(Well maybe not but it should be.) Wagontire cafe,

I asked Cheryl about them.

"Yes, there are riders driving them.

Three riders and two dogs.

They are moving them down to Juniper Creek

So they don't have to haul water as far to them."

Not long after, I was back in civilization.

Or was I?

In retrospect, I think Wagontire may have had better qualifications.

(Later) Spokane is a beautiful town,

growing, vibrant and busy.

I spent time there with an old friend, of

more than thirty years, Jack Ohl, and I was able to catch two of son Tyler's tour shows.

(Plug time: Arden Park Roots)

It was good to get back on the road today though.

To look for more cattle drives.

To see beautiful Lake Coeur d'Alene.

To feel the crisp mountain air.

To stick those handlebars into the turns.

To straighten the sweeping Interstate twisties on the HOG.

(Note to The Coyote - yes, I promised I would make you suffer for not figuring out a way to join me on this trip... I visited Montana Harley Davidson today. They had a great t-shirt. I bought one. They had your size too. I did not buy you one. Yeah, yeah I know you will get me back by buying that 2010 Sunglo Red HD Street Glide and I will definitely be gritting my teeth over it but I will keep getting these digs in while I can.)