Today, I spent some time organizing some of the thousands of digital photos that I've amassed over the last decade. I love this excercise and find it especially sweet when you can be pulled back to a moment in time. Feeling the air, remembering the chill, the smells, the sense of adventure.
I remembered all of those things when I came across some of these pictures from 2005. We started our day in Belle Fourche, SD and headed along to Devils Tower where I got to see my first buffalo somewhere other than in a zoo. Continuing on we passed through Sheridan, up through the Bighorn Scenic Byway, down through Shell Falls Canyon, stopping in Greybull for lunch and holing up in Cody for the night.
Just outside of Dayton, Wy
Shell Falls
...life is beautiful.
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MEMORY LANE: Wyoming
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Call me a sentimental fool. I was poking around looking for something on my computer earlier and I got off on a tangent browsing through photo folders. You know how that is right? I came across a folder of pictures from Wyoming, most of which I never posted. There are a bajillion in there. Now that i'm getting nostalic, maybe i'll get around to it.
I found this one from outside of Cody, Wyoming as we were heading towards the Cheif Joseph Highway. The night before we saw on the news that the Beartooth Pass was closed due to mudslides, so we were taking the Cheif Joseph to Yellowstone instead. It proved to be an increadibly memorable ride through snow and ice. One i will never forget.
Looking at this picture now is like looking at another person. I know that is me there, but yet it is like some far off place that I think I've imagined. Maybe its time for another big trip, you think?
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MEMORY LANE: 1998
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I've met so many amazing people over the years simply because of riding a motorcycle. As time marches on and people move around and resettle into their lives, things of course change. Faces that were so familiar, that filled your days with laughter and smiles become ghosts in your memory.
Every once in a while... they stop in to say 'Hello.' I love that. I've missed your silliness :o)
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