For the summer of 2006, my 23 year old son John and I wanted to ride our motorcycles on tour for two weeks. He had his ‘04 Honda 919 with soft luggage and flyscreen, I had my classic old ‘84 BMW R100RS sport tourer and we’d planned to ride up to Glacier National Park from Cheyenne, Wyoming beginning Monday, July 10. All looked good, then I got scheduled to do a murder trial (I’m a prosecutor) and that killed our plan at the outset, so at the last second we settled for a week in the saddle, with full camping gear to insure that wherever we went, we would not need reservations. Planning was minimal – we tentatively set the basic itinerary as we lashed the loads to the bikes in my driveway at 10 AM on Monday. Our basic rule was to avoid the Interstates as much as possible and seek out the twisted bits on the map while looping out toward Yellowstone and the Tetons before heading for home.
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