So the four amigos had breakfast (which apparently, not everyone approves of, but was actually quite decent
) and we headed out of town, in search of the elusive Beartooth Pass. It seems every time Rob gets near this area, some massive snowstorm closes the pass. I have to admit I considered sending him in the opposite direction, just in case he really is jinxed, but it seems a bit much, so we let him tag along...
Note the blue patches in the sky. That had us confused for a bit there, as we hadn't seen anything like that in a couple of days.
First order of business, Chief Joseph Hwy. The views of the mountain ranges are spectacular in all directions.
A bit of the history of why the pass is known as the Dead Indian Pass or why it carries Chief Joseph's name:
And why every motorcyclist should know that history?
Because as Tim said after we got back from the return trip - this was epic!
Rob playing hard to get:
Traitor Richard with that
The power of nature. Looks like a forest fire decimated the trees and later rains caused a massive landslide. Those houses didn't look to be where they were built...
Despite Rob's best effort, Beartooth Pass was open today.
This is going up from the south side:
Blind hairpins with 8 ft. snowbanks...
We made it to the pass:
Like kids, showing off their new t-shirts.,..
This seems to be a popular spot to xc-ski with telemark skies:
Beartooth, heading down the north slope:
I think he is going in the wrong direction...
OK, Tim to the rescue...
If you are brave enough to ski on an icy very steep slope, Beartooth has a sport for you: