Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by SLSS » Tue Aug 15, 2017 12:35 am

Sakonnet wrote:
Mon Aug 14, 2017 9:28 pm
Also, we regretted not having gone through Oregon.
Uh, yeah. :coffee

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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Tue Aug 15, 2017 9:02 am



Day 6

Everything started off pretty smoof. We needed gas. Tom said it would be on our way.

It's in that valley, let me take another look.
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Coasted in. We were too EARLY. For it was still closed form the day before. Had no choice but to wait until they opened. And pay the $0.20/gallon premium.

Thought this was a big ass bug/DSFK. I did what any child would do, and poked it with the key after I took the picture. Seems he was fukked, and just needed a hand up. Been there. So I flipped him over to live another day.
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Petrol procured. Coffee and additional pharmacy items were also traded for wonga. This area was really touristy, and for good reason. I'll refrain from why. Onward up a mountain pass, and east towards Nevada.
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Fuck Nevada. No desire to ever go back. The only regret this whole trip I had, was bypassing Oregon and Idaho. The scenery would have carried the day. This pull, was an exceptionally long, involving many hours staring intermittently at the fuel gauge, odometer (saddles were found to get 150 miles each), and the temp gauge. Had we been able to cross at 80-90 mph, instead of 60…. No, it would have sucked anyway.
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Dude didn't mind, though.
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'Merica.
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Jackpot, NV – my ass. No rivers to hotspot. They were all dried up. Hey.
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The fires were really concerning. I feel for people dealing with that – fighting it, or trying to preserve their lives, property, and livelihoods. Truly. I guess its just a part of life there.

We got to the turn north, and found a truck stop. It was my turn for fuels. This guy, Ed, a construction worker/cowboy pulls up, and says that people from NY don’t drive rigs like this. I laughed, and said NY was a big fucking state, the majority of which isn’t a city. We had a nice conversation at the fuel dock, until management made an announcement to move along. I moved out, and Ed started to fill up his pickup. Moving on to check vitals on the Schooner. Ed walks up, and hands me the ladder we use to get into the camper, which he had straightened, after it was driven over by someone in a hurry to get fuel. Good as new.

I was done driving at that point. Time for a beverage.
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Welcome to Montana(r).
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Just outside of West, we slept in a pull off next to a reefer truck and an rv running a generator. After almost a full day drive, it was peaceful as hell.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Average Joe » Thu Aug 17, 2017 11:02 am

It was my pleasure hosting you both, as it was a lot easier than hosting Mitch.

Regarding the injured backpacker who wandered into our camp: she'd hurt her ankle, and so Sakonnet (ever the gentleman) immediately sprang into action and put one of his first aid ice packs into my cooler for her.

Then we went fishing and he promptly forgot about it.

When I returned home, my wife came across it as she was cleaning out my ice chest and said, "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Go ahead and toss that. We'll never use it."

Instead, without my knowledge, she put it in the freezer.

Yesterday the crazy Russian golden retriever she's been fostering got his nuts cut.

The vet told her to ice his empty nutsack at regular intervals during the first 48 hours.

I asked, "So what are you going to do, buy a bag of frozen peas?"

"No, I've got something in the freezer that should work."


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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Kfoxwyo » Thu Aug 17, 2017 1:09 pm

A ton of greatness in here..We did the OR route to Montana about a month ago-while pretty if you need to get from point A to B in a hurry you made the right call. We will be doing the East to West I15 to 80 trip in ten days and as you know it sucks.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Sakonnet » Thu Aug 17, 2017 7:33 pm

Keep it. I ended up giving her the cooling towel which stays cooler longer.

It'll be a fair trade as I'm sure at some point I'll lose your bowl. Besides, foster gods look as if they need it more than me (not so for Ironman).
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Lurgee » Thu Aug 17, 2017 8:01 pm

I finally had a chance to knock back and dig into this one. Thoroughly enjoyable and struck the jealousy bone quite hard.

Why come all these cross-country trip people never want to swing through Houston on their way across America?

Don't bother answering....
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by austrotard » Thu Aug 17, 2017 10:12 pm

I went to fort worth once and it was shut.
and apparently the austrian cannae pronounce houston.

you know... that ossie from aus'trail'ia.

and for the record I'm quite easy to host.
I like hardly make a fuss or some shit.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by brent_e » Fri Aug 18, 2017 9:23 pm

more please! thanks for this, folks. Always nice to tag along.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Sakonnet » Sat Aug 19, 2017 4:40 pm



We awoke at 8am. Only two vehicles were left in the rest area, us and the tractor hauling the reefer trailer.

We drove back into town and found a laundromat that also had showers. Conveniently, it was directly across the street from a fly shop. After cleaning our cothes and ourselves we walked across the street to the shop. Ironman knew the manager so we spent some time drinking coffee and bs'ing about the area streams. Necessary and unnecessary supplies purchased, we continued to run down our shopping list, stopping at the supermarket, liquor store, souvenir shop and finally a bite to eat. We jumped back in the Schooner to finish up the relatively short drive to the luau. Just down the road and one quick left turn we came to the Park entrance. We had been forewarned to avoid the Park or, at the very least, drive through it by dawn. Obviously we did neither.

Actually, traffic wasn't too bad. We never encountered any back ups and truth-be-told, we probably caused more slow downs climbing hills than anyone else. We made a couple of stops along the way.

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A milestone of sorts.

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Once we drove past the lake the drive-thru safari atmosphere was left behind. Coming from an area of the northeast U.S. where high mountains were in the 3,000'-4,000' range, the ride through the other side of the Park was quite a sight.

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We eventually made it down to the river valley below and found our way to a roadside pull-off. We had been told back at the fly shop to expect high and potentially dirty water. It was a relief to see the river in fishable shape. Ironman wasted no time.

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While Iron worked his way downstream I took a walk upstream around a bend. In the shade of some thickets I came across what looked to be tiny white pellets on the ground; hail stones. "Ha, ha, fuck those wipers!" We apparently just missed the storm. Then 15 minutes later...

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We continued downriver to find clear water only to pass a blown out tributary a couple minutes later. With the river properly fucked we gave up and drove the rest of the way to the luau. The topography changed pretty quick from green grass and trees to dry grass and bare cliffs.

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We made it to the luau by early evening and made our introductions with everyone with the exception of Jose and Hagen who were still in the air. We set-up camp in the corner of our area. Easily the most scenic campsite of the trip.

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With camp set up I sat down in the foldy chair and had a few beers. At some point I remember Heero saying he had to go to the airport to pick-up Jose and Hagen. Then something happened where he didn't have to pick them up. Eventually, he and Lando drove out to the airport to get them. With our last two remaining guests having arrived everyone gathered around the fire. Jose asked how my flu was doing:

JZ: "Better, but I still have some congestion in my nose and chest and my ears are still clogged up."
AJ: "Yes, I can hear it in your voice. Here, let me fix this tonic for you."

He handed me his cup of brown water and told me to drink it. I asked if he was worried about getting my plague germs in his cup?

"Nonsense! This medicine kills all germs and bacteria on contact." We traded the cup back and forth the remainder of the night. Two things happened at the Luau after this: my health dramatically improved and Jose did not get sick.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Wed Aug 23, 2017 1:52 pm



Day 7

Not much of an agenda today. Get moving, cleaned up, laundry, visit an old friend at a fly shop, grab a bite to eat, then provisions, stop at a few touristy type places, fish, and head towards the Luau.
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Our grand wildlife citing, was a lone elk. Must be a ton of poachers. The scenery didn’t disappoint.
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Dropping out of the park, was just incredible.
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Stopped to fish. 2 diesel crew cab vehicles pull up, as I am suiting up. Doors open, everyone piles out, including the dogs, they go into full on tailgate mode. I’m thinking WTF, this little pull out is fukked with all these people. Not 20 minutes later, they load everything and everyone up, and are gone. Texas plates. Damnedest thing.

The river turned to iced capp right before our eyes. Fuk it Dude, let’s head off to the Luau.

Didn’t really take any pics the first night. Damn glad to be there. Finally meet Big Timber, CE, Heero, Lando, Hagen, The Young Lass, and see The Pitt Constabulary and AJ again. Following a couple days on the road, we were very much looking forward to being in the same place for four nights.
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The river we planned to fish was properly fukked as the sun set on the day. Lando had a plan, and I’ll be sure to hot spot that motherfukker on the next day’s reportage.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by ironman » Tue Aug 29, 2017 10:41 am



Day 8

An interesting observation for a flatlander. In the East, the sun hits the windows not long after the official sunrise. In the West, it gets light, but you don’t see the sun for some time. Without an alarm clock, I generally rely on the sun to tell me to get up. This could have accounted for sleeping late. One could also blame the brown water.

The water we planned to trip on, was high, starting to clear, but not quite ready. So Lando gathered us all up, we headed to town for breakfast (more like brunch), and stopped for provisions.
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Jose and Lando caught up with an old friend.
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Timber was running the shuttle for our flotilla down the Stoned River, and I opted to ride with him. A shuttle company could go broke. Big country for sure. I was glad that Heero towed The Young Lass’ rig on this trip – would have been an easy hundy for fuel and some sketchy roads. Thanks, pal.

Waiting, afforded a very good opportunity to enjoy some tequila, a cigar, and hunt some rocks. The scenery just never got old to me.
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Eventually, the boys made their way to us with empty trailers.

No time was wasted. I was disappointed that we missed the hand cannon display. My .45 ACP was woefully inadequate when compared to the revolver Heero had.

Onward!
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Fess: I imbibed some of Cali’s finest, and it was hot so the beers went down easy, each on top of the tequila we killed prior to launch. So the day gets a little fuzzy. Saks took pics of the feeshes we caught. Somewhere along the line, I earned the moniker Whitefish Mikey. Captain Lass kept us in feeshes and laughs. “It’s in the DEKE!”

This was a big flat river, so I took a turn on the sticks. Another Fess: various indulgences took their toll, and I did an incredibly lousy job. Too busy drinking in the canyon scenery I guess, wasn’t really paying attention, new type of boat, blah, blah, blah. “Could you slow us down a bit?” “Can we be more to the left?” Yeah, I do apologize about that. Wha'the'fuk'eva: like none of you have been too shitwacked to row.

Whitefish were cool, and so were the rainbows. The Cutts eluded us on this trip.

The fishing officially ended at the Bar. The barmaid was planning to close, but Lando talked her into staying open. I’m glad, because I rather enjoyed looking at her long legs and great ass in those tight jeans, plus she filled out that green t shirt quite well. Heero: they must mean you. I dared not bring in my pea shooter for fear of ridicule.
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Hagen: “What’s your name?”
Cute Eastern Euro Barmaid: “My name’s Leena. L-E-E-N-A….”
Hagen: “Nice to meet you. My name’s Dave. D-A-V….”

I hope someone took a picture of her. Appetizers were a bag of tortilla chips and Frito Lay Jalapeno Cheese Dip from a can. Never tasted so good.

Back at the ranch, a campfire was started, whiskey flowed like wine, and we stretched a single package of boneless chicken thighs into tacos for 11. BigTimber – next time I’ll be more prepared. This was a serious offence on the dago heritage side, but we made due. Regola numero 1: avere sempre piu di quanto pensi di bisogno youll
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Good thing AJ had his famous guac and pico. And a handful of those fresh market chips weren't ground to dust during the trip from Cali.

The Young Lass made a terrific rhubarb pie, and AJ made the rounds with the Spork.
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Re: Open Roads in the Prairie Schooner

Post by Lando » Tue Aug 29, 2017 5:17 pm

I want to do that again....like tomorrow.
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