If this is Tuesday, we must be going south on 93.
One of the challenges of riding with other people on motorcycles is communication. Jeff and I often modify sign language from scuba diving to communicate basic needs. For instance in the above photo, Kim’s bike stopped and Jeff stopped to help her sort things out, but I saw this in my rearview mirror, turned when safe and came back. That put me on the opposite side of the road. Fortunately, there was no need to ride back to nearby Salmon. Jeff mimed okay, and we all prepared to continue the ride south.

93 to Challis and the Tea Cup Cafe and then onto 75, the town of Stanley, and the Sawtooth Scenic Byway. What spectacular roads and views! There was about 20 miles of straight road with mountains on the horizons. We passed through Sun Valley and stopped in Ketchum so I could visit Hemingway’s grave. Then we had coffee, well the best affogato (vanilla gelato smothered in espresso) at Velocio.


Then we rode through Hailey and past the amazing line of private jets at the Friedman Memorial Airport to get to the campground in Bellevue. The road to the campground was torn up due to construction, but what’s a little more dirt?