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Backtracking Forward - Adventure Touring the Northwest Photo Gallery

I hit the Nevada border along with the final rays of sun.

A trip through the Northwest on BMW's F800GS opens our eyes to the meaning of true Adventure Touring.

It was better to meet this jackrabbit than a larger animal.

The BMW shared a room with me in Winnemucca, Nevada since I only had a steering lock.

A quick breadfast at Sid's Cafe got me going.

Finally, reaching Idaho was the first major checkpoint. From there the real fun began.

Atlanta has several hotsprings around, but this one with the waterfall is the most impressive.

There was little to do in Atlanta. The few residents had dwindled to almost nothing in the years since Chilly had last visited. This used to be a pretty cool bar.

Chilly (left) and Darren (right) check over maps inside the comfort of Featherville's pub. Darren was an awesome addition but could only join for one day.

The wildlife is big in Idaho, and we saw plenty of animals along the way.

This Dodge in the river provided an interesting morning. Fortunately, everyone was okay.

We encountered this bear-hunting dog just a ways down the road from the truck incident. He was lost, but the radio collar ensured his owner would find him eventually. The friendly hound sniffed out a can of tuna right away in my saddlebags.

Closed roads were the norm as maintenance crews had yet to sweep the area following the late spring.

Scouring paper maps was our way of navigating.

The Ranger Station looked good as well, but it got ugly just past the Massacre site.

It’s been called many things over the years, but sourced its Magruder title from the grisly murder of Lloyd Magruder and four others.

Nez Perce Pass was clear when reports had called for it to be snowed in.

A hearty breakfast like this is how we like to start our day.

Scenery like this kept our eyes wandering from the road.

We popped out on the 20 highway and decided to visit Craters of the Moon National Monument as we looped up and around on Hwy 93 toward Salmon.

Passing an abandoned ski lift rusting into the hillside, our route was a lengthy ascent up the northern face of Antelope Pass.

We were only a few vertical meters from the crest before being thwarted by an icy cornice.

It's easy to see why they call them the Sawtooth Mountains.

The bitter cold forced a stop at the summit of Chief Joseph Pass where the luggage was raided for every scrap of clothing, including rain gear – anything to help block the low-30s temperatures and biting wind.

In layman’s terms, the Corridor connects Elk City, Idaho with Darby, Montana.

We stopped at the Ranger Station, just a few buildings nestled in a small opening, to see if there was better information to be had.

We all decided to make a quick run to nearby Glacier National Park.

After leaving I was determined to give my travel-weary soul a boost in the form of huckleberry pie with a dollop of vanilla ice cream from the Huck Jam Factory.

A up-close inspection of these beasts confirmed the impression that every animal I saw in Idaho and Montana were the healthiest mammals I’ve ever witnessed.

This massive Canadian on a KTM 990 Adventure R with full knobbies, engaged in a dice that lasted on-and-off for over an hour.

A bonfire, benefit auction and excellent food were on the schedule and we feasted on a smoked hog purchased from a local farm and slow-roasted for nearly 24 hours.

This policeman wanted us to clean off our license plates after playing in the mud.

The Roosevelt Dam was the only landmark worth stopping for as I tried to escape the brutal wind.

There was no shortage of excellent riding in Idaho.

Reaching the top of Blizzard Gap was time for a rest and quick photo.

This washed out road was just one of the obstacles that forced a U-turn.

Glacier National Park is a major landmark, but paving crews stopped us once again.