Posts Tagged ‘Wyoming


The Road


“A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.” 

-John Steinbeck, “Travels with Charley: In Search of America”

The road trip, it has been immortalized by many an author, from Kerouac’s stream of consciousness, to Steinbeck’s descriptive narrative, to the frenetic, drug-fueled musings of Hunter S. Thompson. It’s an American tradition.

Tires humming beneath me, chewing up endless miles as they roll west.  The loneliness of the small hours of the morning, the only company my four-legged companions snoring contentedly in the back, and the music – Tom Petty, Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, all whose lyrics I belt out at the top of my lungs, windows down to let the cool air wash over me and keep me alert.

Gas stops pared down to minutes – fill the tank, let the dogs stretch their legs, grab a drink to make sure caffeine levels remain high enough that if I had to push the vehicle to my destination, I could.  The sun peeking over the eastern horizon, lighting everything ahead of me. The terrain changing from Midwestern corn fields to the rolling short grass prairies of eastern Wyoming, Montana or Colorado.  That first glimpse of the Front Range in the distance.  Approaching my first night’s stop, delirious exhaustion bordering on hallucination, overridden by the excitement of the new surroundings and the possibilities.  This is my happy place, the place I feel at home, the place I feel alive.


The Birth of an Obsession

I’m an expert at procrastination and less than spectacular with keeping up with this blog (which is likely obvious to anyone that has visited). Just as a reinforcement, I intended to write this post on New Year’s Day. Yeah, I’m a little late. Her On Wheels originally started as a way to share my first long solo motorcycle trip (one month cross country in 2010) with friends and family and while I still ride, interests shift and life changes.

As a whole, 2013 was decent, with perhaps a bump or two along the road, but when is life without those? A new interest, OK obsession, began after receiving a fly rod and reel from a friend on my spring trip to Utah. On a 2011 motorcycle trip through Yellowstone, September 13th to be exact, I saw a fly fisherman standing in Firehole River. As I watched the beauty and serenity of the activity, I told myself that someday that’d be me – I’d stand in one of Yellowstone’s iconic rivers, fly fishing surrounded by the park’s beauty. That newly obtained rod and reel started a downward spiral – spending every available moment on the river, pouring over guides about the area’s hatching bugs, visiting fly shop after fly shop asking endless newb questions and ultimately learning how to tie my own flies.

As it turns out, I fulfilled that 2011 prophecy – September 11, 12 and 13th of 2013 were spent fishing in Yellowstone: the Firehole, the Madison, the Gallatin and my favorite, Soda Butte Creek. It was as magical as I hoped. The preceding week and a half were spent fishing Rock Creek, southeast of Missoula while sleeping in my Jeep (and avoiding showers). I learned a great deal on that trip and look forward to returning in October of this year.

Once again, the pups and I (along with some company) will be heading out at the end of April for our annual Pups Go West trip to southern Utah, northern Arizona and Colorado. Fishing some mountain lakes and small streams in addition to the traditional sight seeing and hiking will be a welcome addition. It’ll be great to have someone along to share it with (not that the dogs aren’t great company). I’ll do my best to overcome my extreme case of procrastination and post along the way (as internet access allows of course).

Birthday Float on the Pere Marquette River20130823-103923.jpg


Beautiful morning at the Dalles on Rock Creek – Montana20140121-113225.jpg

Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout from Soda Butte Creek20140121-113700.jpg

A bit blurry , but I was a excited when I caught this fella20140121-113709.jpg

Winter Steelheading this past weekend


First fly caught steelhead, from Saturday on the Pere Marquette



Leaving Devil’s Tower

Just a quick Go Pro video from my recent trip out west.  This is leaving Devil’s Tower heading toward Moorcroft, WY – great road with few motorhomes!!


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Shortly after Mom died, Dad handed me a check that she had written to me right before she was gone. Dad thinks it was for my birthday. I decided to buy something that would last forever and that I’d use a lot so I picked up this @alaskaguidecreations Kodiak C.U.B. to replace the stretchy strap Bino harness I was using before. It’s been so awesome for this trip!! It’s not too big and will be perfect for everything from deer hunting to winter squirrel hunting! #binoharness #hunting #antelopehunting #wyoming #publiclandowner #keepitpublic #publiclandhunting
In Michigan we have people performing birth control procedures on deer. I’m convinced that in Wyoming, they implant antelope with @onxhunt chips so they know exactly where the public/private land boundaries are. I’d be a big fat liar if I said I wasn’t frustrated!! Tomorrow I’m going to try and backpack in to a huge section of BLM land about 4 miles out, it’s connected to the BLM land I have been hunting by a 600 yard wide section with private on each side. Thank goodness for onX and Gaia GPS, otherwise it’d be seriously challenging to navigate. Today I saw many cows and sheep, loads of cow shit, many blaze orange hats and one coyote. #hunting #antelopehunting #publiclandowner #publiclandhunting #wyoming #keepitpublic
My commentary on the mud today 😂 #hunting #antelopehunting #publiclandhunting #publiclandowner #keepitpublic #mud #dannerboots #wyoming
My first day of antelope hunting didn’t result in any antelope sightings but the only word I can use to describe it is epic. Sticky, thick mud making my boots feel like they weighed 10 lbs made navigating the rough, broken terrain even more difficult. I did kick 4 mule deer bucks out of their bed in a little wash which was neat! I tore my pants on barbed wire (I’m less than graceful at navigating that evil stuff). And, on my hike back, I saw a plump little cottontail, fur aglow in the evening light. Would this be my first rabbit? Apparently not, I shot twice and missed twice. After that the rabbit figured I was too stupid to make him dinner and bolted. I was sleeping by 730! #hunting #publiclandhunting #publiclandowner #blm #wyoming #antelope #antelopehunting
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