- July 21, 2018
- 40 photos
The time has arrived: our first camping trip together off the motorcycle. Brenna and I ride together from Boise on back roads to Prairie then up and over Trinity Mountain.
- September 16, 2017
- 26 photos
Somehow it’s me and four ladies camping high in the Idaho mountains, two of them for the first time.
- September 1, 2014
- 29 photos and a video
From 9,000 feet to 9,000 feet, my three brothers and I leave Washington Basin for lunch and fuel in Ketchum before beginning our westward leg along the South Fork of the Boise River toward home.
- August 29, 2017
- 29 photos and a video
On the second day of our tenth annual ride, my brothers and I descend from Lava Mountain for gas before heading deeper into the mountains. At least that’s the plan. Mountains have a way of messing with plans.
- July 6, 2013
- 45 photos
Brenna and I drive to the recently opened Trinity Recreation Area to camp along Big Trinity Lake and feed the mosquitoes. She swims, makes me a flower salad and map while I prepare the hotdogs and marshmallows. After a restless night we leave to the sunrise reflecting fire off placid waters.
- June 22, 2013
- 52 photos and a video
I go alone to follow narrow trails along unexplored Lava and perhaps Rattlesnake Mountains. I hope to reach North Star and Smith Creek Lakes seen on the map. The scenery is the best I know this close to home even as aches and pains remind me of my age.
- October 30, 2012
- 56 photos
A long loop with unknown impediments requires an early departure. Snow and fire kept us out of the Trinity Recreation area this year. I’m curious to see what remains. Some effort is required to push the GS uphill through snowdrifts.
- July 7, 2012
- 43 photos
Snow prevents us from reaching the Trinity lakes so we set up for a night along the cold creek below the lookout.
- September 14, 2008
- 19 photos
- August 31, 2008
- 8 photos
My oldest daughter Laura and I ride together on the GS1200 through Smith Prairie for Trinity Lookout only to be yelled at when we arrive. We return through Featherville, not getting home until late at night.