Johns Run Road, like a lot of roads out this way, 1 lane that run along a ravine,
or along a ridge. Without a map, you get in these bottoms and it's real easy to
lose your sense of direction or where you are.
Logging is another big thing around here.
Same deal, rape and pillage for the buck.
You'd think these would build a house,
maybe some furniture,
but no, most go to the paper mill in a place called Luke.
You're looking at next months Newsweek or USA Today.
Great pics and pretty country. I was going to take some pics last week when I rode into Idaho for some powerball tickets. Had the camera in my pocket, but kinda fixated on getting there and back, then it was too late.
It's a hassle sometimes Beekeeper, especially loading them and getting them to come up right.
At least this place you don't need to use Photobucket or Imageshack, cool feature really.
Yea, we're up there, but there's a peak real close that is higher.
So I jump on the bike a take a slow ride around till I see a guy walking
out his front door.
I stop, shut the bike down, and he returns the wave I give him.
You can tell, he's leery of me.
Can almost see him thinking, "What's this guy want?".
Well, Robert is a heck of a nice guy.
Especially when I tell him I'm from Terra Alta.
We talk weather, snow stories of winter, and the Harley he used to have.
Bred and born on that ridge, his accent was so thick I had a hard time following him.
"That peak over there, is that the highest in these parts?" I ask.
"Yep.' he replies.
"Anyone live up there?"
"Sure do, Elmer Johns has his place up there."
"Can I get up there, is there a road and a place to take some pictures?".
He looks at the bike, then at me, and says
"Backtack till you hit Clover Hill, take that, past the graveyard, up the hill
till you see a pipe gate on the right. If the gate is open, ride on up
and introduce yourself, I'm sure Elmer will be happy to let you take some pixtures.
If the gate is closed, I wouldn't bother him tho.
He's funny sometimes."