A Dose of Medicine ... Bow

Yet another installation in the Hell's Anglers saga, Steve "Tater" Tatarchuk and I rolled fast on a Friday night a few weeks ago for a weekend backpacking trip in the Medicine Bow Range near Centennial, Wyo. These mountains are pristine, untraveled and majestic like the national anthem ... or a bald eagle.

Anyhow, after a quick two hour throttle-fest from the office over a few passes and hairpins, we arrived at the trailhead where we were greeted by a flock of mosquitoes. After a quick Deet bath and organizing the alcohol and guns, we set out for three hour hike shouldering 50 pounds each of ammunition, fishing supplies, bratwurst and beer (yes, we forgot the tents and sleeping bags).

Here's a photo of me at some watering hole/greasy burger joint in Centennial. Nothin' like a cheerburger, fries and beer after you've been stuck in the wilderness with nothing to eat but bratwurst and beer for a few days ... makes sense, right?

Steve is in the photo above, wondering if that noise behind us is a bear.

Outdoor Retailer Moto journey

There is no better way for business travel than via motorbike. I recently rode from Fort Collins to Salt Lake City for the summer Outdoor Retailer tradeshow, taking the scenic route both ways.

Combining business with pleasure is only way to go. That's why I've chosen a career in the outdoor industry. You've got to enjoy life ... stop and smell the sunflowers!

Our trip out followed Hwy. 14 Poudre Canyon to over Cameron Pass to Walden, through Steamboat Springs on 40 through Dinosaur, Vernal, Heber, Park City and to SLC. A great ride, but nothing compared to our route home.

We put in back to back 9 hour days riding from SLC through Provo Canyon south to Moab and finally Cortez and Durango Colorado--a great day. Day 2 was an epic, Durango over Molas Pass to Silverton, over Red Mountain Pass to Ouray, Gunnison, Blue Mesa reservoir over Monarch Pass, then Red Hill Pass and into Denver. This was about 350 miles straight of bitchen, high-speed twisties, abusing our bikes the whole way. Wow.

We took a few minutes near Moab to get our bikes dirty in the red sand. No spills, but my clutch was not happy!

Cheers!