Yellowstone Falls, upstream and the view downstream.
We all live down stream from someone, unfortunately,
in my case it be Mike and Kevin.
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Ahoy Skipper, movement dead ahead.!!!
A couple of trucks with trailers in the opposing
lane, me a much smaller motorbiker with a sidecar,
alone in my lane and in between a gaggle, pride,
murder, flock or whatever of buffalos, being pushed
my way by the opposing traffic.
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and they come closer, ever closer. The anxiety
riseth as one notes that there are several cubs,
fledglings, calves or whatever within the pod.
As
can see during retreat, have changed lanes to keep
distance. Thought about "standing fast" and letting
them move around and and past me, but then
considered unpredictability of young'uns. Given firm
belief that humanoids between the ages of 13 and 19
(or so) are aliens from a far and distant planet,
thought this might also apply to teenage buffalos.
Given severe allergy (to pain), phobia of seeing (my
own) blood and religious preference (practicing
devout coward), elected to retreat until
traffic behind me encouraged buffalos to move off
road, as had to go through, more than a motorbike,
albeit, with sidecar.
And so as the sun sinks slowly into the ocean we
regretfully leave the isles. Looking forward to the
future and new adventures, while reflecting upon
what has been.
Some cities have rat or dog poop problems here we
have elk and elk poop.
On to Bozeman to visit a fellow Virago rider met on
the internet, Colin and his family. Arrived Saturday
afternoon an tire gave out. No tires available or
shops open till Tuesday so Colin was kind enough to
chauffeur me about so could continue gawking tourist
role. Absolutely enjoyed time spent with this
delightful family, in addition to excellent food.
Found an absolutely great Yamaha dealer, who also
was sidecar familiar, he used to handle Urals. This
is a view from Cliff's office, some have executive
bathrooms, he has his private shop, which houses a
Bonneville land speed record motorbike.
Enjoyed, meeting and chatting with Cliff.
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and they come closer, ever closer. The anxiety
riseth as one notes that there are several cubs,
fledglings, calves or whatever within the pod. 
As
can see during retreat, have changed lanes to keep
distance. Thought about "standing fast" and letting
them move around and and past me, but then
considered unpredictability of young'uns. Given firm
belief that humanoids between the ages of 13 and 19
(or so) are aliens from a far and distant planet,
thought this might also apply to teenage buffalos.
Given severe allergy (to pain), phobia of seeing (my
own) blood and religious preference (practicing
devout coward), elected to retreat until
traffic behind me encouraged buffalos to move off
road, as had to go through, more than a motorbike,
albeit, with sidecar.
