Thursday, July 24, 2008
Today's entry is from the ladies of the group otherwise known as the “Lady Toads”. The ladies are usually known as Jackie (Queen Bee), Mary (Mary P.) and Gail (Gailbird). Wednesday, July 23 – the day began with cloudy skies after raining throughout the night. Queen Bee promptly gave the wrong directions to the Bear and we headed off in the complete wrong direction. Once we listened to Gail's GPS (named Gabby), we headed in the right direction. After we left Whitefish, MT we drove 300 miles on scenic route 12 following the path of Lewis and Clark. The lovely ladies are now saturated by having seen nothing but rocks and trees for 6 hours and are now really ready to see some urban life! We were disappointed in that we saw no wildlife on this leg of the trip – the only wild life we saw were three gray haired guys at the end of the day with helmets off and a wild tired look in their eyes. (of course they'd never admit to being tired). Mary says she sees more wildlife on Wilmar Drive in Tunkhannock every morning on her way to work! As we followed Uncle Eddie in our support vehicle (a 2008 Nissan Altima) all we could see were orange bungie cords holding things together on his Harley – his head doesn't even stick up above all the stuff. The Bear either sat on or tramped on his glasses last night (he's not sure, imagine that!) and now is limited to being able to see only distances – so much for being able to see the GPS on his bike. So, guess who was leading the expedition for most of today?? However, we got to our destination without problems and now it's time for pizza and beverages. Of course with the ladies present the focus is now on good food, good wine and entertainment. The Toads say they are very happy to have us here, but in reality we know we have complicated their trip! (in a good way no less) Rocks and trees, rocks and trees, that's all for now.
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Great adventurers, no backup glasses, old battery in the Harley, non working cell phone. Uncle Eddie, bit dangerous eating all that red meat at your age? Maybe you all should changes your names to Indian names: Bum wing, blind horse, and big bull in the thundering clouds, because I am sure everyone within a mile can hear him (Eddie)whisper (thunder), and hear his iron pony for miles.
Ride safe, keep the shiny side up.
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