New York

Karen picked us up from our Hotel at 7:30am on her way to work and dropped us off at the train station at Oak Grove where we took the train on the 'Orange Line' to Downtown Crossing and then switched to the 'Red Line' train to take us to South Station in downtown Boston to the Greyhound Bus Depot.

The bus departed for New York City at 10am. The Greyhound Express Line is a non-stop service and is excellent value. It only cost $36 each for return tickets. The seats were really comfortable, the bus had good air conditioning and a power source with free wi-fi access for the laptop. We basically took the I95 coastal route and after a few hours hit the outskirts of New York, entering Manhattan via the Bronx and Harlem.

New York certainly has a real buzz and an energy about it. We got off the bus at the corner of 8th Avenue and 42nd Street and took a yellow cab to our Hotel in West 57th Street - only 2 blocks from Central Park. 

What they say about New York cab drivers is true. Tracee was hanging on to the door handle as our cab driver got through gaps we never thought he would get through at speed, honking his horn at regular intervals (which seems the mandatory thing to do when driving in NY city). I am so pleased I didn't bring the Harley in!

After checking in we went for a walk down to 5th Avenue - the famous area with all the 'high end' stores. It was here that Tracee discovered Tiffany & Co. (right next to Trump Tower and across the road from Louis Vuitton). For those few women in the world out there that do not know what Tiffany & Co. sells - it is high end jewellery, very, very expensive jewellery. I got a good photo of Tracee standing under the sign at the front entrance holding my credit card. I am pleased to say the credit card didn't win (well, not yet anyway)! It was hard to get the photo because of all the pedestrians walking past, so a hard case guy on a bicycle stopped the pedestrians on the footpath so I could get a photo of Tracee and the credit card - a few bystanders had a chuckle at that.

We walked back to our hotel via Central Park South and then called into a cafe in the Hotel complex for dinner. We are looking forward to exploring this great city some more over the next few days.

Boston, Massachusetts

On Sunday morning we rode the Harley to the Harley Davidson dealership in Everett for a service. The bike was about 2000 kms overdue for an oil change. The workshop is open 7 days and operates on a 'first come - first served basis'. The staff were excellent, and we had a look around the store, made a coffee and watched TV while they worked on the bike.

As we were heading back to our hotel on the motorway, a truck braked hard in front of us and swerved hard to the verge. I then saw what the  problem was - some 'plonker' had obviously not secured their load on a trailer and sitting in the middle of the lane was a mattress from a bed. I flicked the bike past it and carried on. It could have been nasty if we had hit it.

Our friend Neil came and picked us up from the hotel and we headed into Boston with the family to see an exhibition at the Boston Science Museum. The 'Dead Sea Scrolls' exhibition was on in the city and many of the scrolls and other middle eastern artifacts on loan from Israel were on display. It was very interesting and not many people get the opportunity to see close up articles that date back to the Iron Age (500 - 700 BC). There were ancient iron arrowheads that have been dated to the era of the Babylonian conquest of Jerusalem. The scrolls themselves are dated around 2000 years old. They were found in clay pots in caves above the Dead Sea by a shepherd boy back in the late 1940's and contain complete and partial transcripts of many books of what we know today as the 'Old Testament'.

After dinner we went to what was a favourite ice cream parlour Neil and Karen took us to on our 2010 visit. The place is called 'Cravings' - speaks for itself doesn't it - need I say more?

This morning we packed up the Harley and rode to Neil and Karen's house in Wakefield. I had been doing some on-line research on New York and was having real difficulty finding a hotel in downtown Manhattan that provided secure parking for motorcycles. As far as I could tell, there aren't any. Even the commercial, parking buildings won't accept them because of liability and insurance issues. Our intention was to ride the Harley right into the heart of New York and park up for a few days. Most of the stuff I read advised against it for a number of reasons, mainly; poor roads, even poorer driving standards by New Yorkers, appalling traffic congestion and risk of theft.

So our cunning plan is to leave the bike and our riding gear at Neil and Karen's where it will be secure and catch the Greyhound Bus tomorrow to New York (only a few hours drive to the south from Boston). We have booked into a Hotel for 4 nights a couple of blocks from Central Park. We will return to Boston on Saturday and then continue touring on Sunday.

This afternoon we went to 'Breakheart Reservation', a popular recreation area for swimming,  running and biking. It was a very warm, humid day, so it was nice to walk in shaded areas for an hour. 

Boston

We had a straightforward ride today from Syracuse on the interstate, heading east. Being a Saturday, there were less cars and trucks on the road than the previous day and the weather was great for riding. Because of the toll system on the main highways in the state, you cannot exit a highway without paying a toll, so to overcome this there are 'service centres' every 20 miles or so with fuel, restrooms and a food court (Starbucks, McDonalds etc). We stopped every hour or so for a break and quite enjoyed the journey.

The landscape was very lush, green and heavily forested with deer warning sign posts along the highway in many places. In fact we saw one dead deer on the interstate that had been hit by a vehicle.

After a few hours of riding, we crossed the state line into Massachusetts, where we encountered another toll booth! We approached Boston city from the south, rode through the inner city tunnel system and then took the interstate (I 93) north a short distance where we branched off at Woburn and checked in to our Hotel. We will be spending a few days in Boston catching up with our friends Neil and Karen Williams and seeing some sights.

In nearly 4 weeks we have now traversed the USA from coast to coast (including 5 nights in Canada)! We left Long Beach California (west coast) on Tuesday 2nd July and arrived in Boston (east coast) on Friday 27th July. We have traveled over 10,000 km so far and we still have to ride back to LA over the next few weeks! It has been a great adventure so far!

Niagara Falls

East Syracuse

We headed east from London along Hwy 402 and stopped for breakfast at Woodstock (not the 60's music 'love-fest' venue - the Canadian version). We followed Hwy 402 through Hamilton and after about 2 hours of riding we arrived at Niagara Falls. The reason for taking the Michigan/Ontario route to Niagara Falls (rather than through Cleveland, Erie and Buffalo on the USA side) was that everyone we have spoken to about Niagara Falls state that the Canadian side is the most worthwhile in terms of views. They weren't wrong. A-mazing.

The 3 Niagara Falls waterfalls plunge around 60 metres into a rocky gorge below. The power in the water and the mist it throws up pretty much soaks everything in the vicinity. We rode past the viewing areas on the Harley looking for a place to park and got a bath! We managed to find a parking area (for $10) and made our way over to the viewing areas.

It was at this point that Tracee made the Ontario 6pm TV News. A woman in her 80's (who looks like she is in her 50's) and tours on a motorbike was being interviewed by a local TV reporter and camera crew. This amazing lady started riding motorbikes in her 60's and now still tours everywhere with her two pug dogs in the back carrier. Being an animal lover, Tracee made a bee-line for the dogs and started making a fuss of them and talking to the lady. The TV cameraman came over and started filming while I chatted to the reporter. Unfortunately we were not spending another night in Canada, so missed seeing it.

The town of Niagara Falls is well geared up for the tourist attraction, with many high-rise Hotels that offer great views of the Falls. We spent about an hour 'soaking' up the sights (literally) and then headed across the bridge to USA border control. The customs agent asked to see our registration papers for the bike, asked a few questions, stamped our passports and we were in the USA state of New York.

It was another 2 hours of riding down the interstate (I 90) to our stop for the day at East Syracuse.

London (Ontario)

We left South Bend on Hwy 20 heading east and then headed north on Hwy 69 and crossed the state line into Michigan. The weather for riding is noticeably cooler now, with so much water around with the Great Lakes, it is like riding along the coast near the ocean with the cool sea breeze.

We stopped at a rest area along the way and Tracee was captivated by a squirrel - which she 'stalked' with the camera. While commonplace in the USA, they are a novelty to us!

After East Lansing, the highway veered east. After stopping for lunch just before Flint we arrived at Port Huron and border control for entry into Canada (for the second time this tour).

There is a large bridge that you have to ride over to get to the border and there was a long queue of cars all the way up and over the other side of the bridge. As we paid our toll at the bridge on the USA side, the attendant told us to take the middle lane (reserved for buses) all the way to the end of the bridge and then merge at the end. This was a huge relief and we had a ride all the way over without stopping - although a few cars tried to refuse to let us in at the end! After a few questions from the customs agent our passports were stamped and we crossed into Sarnia, Ontario Canada.

It was only an hours ride east on Hwy 402 until we reached London and checked into our motel. London is one of the major cities in Ontario and is approximately half way between Detroit (Michigan) and Toronto (Ontario).

South Bend

We left Williamsburg around 8am and headed east on the Interstate. It was a far nicer day today, sunshine - not too hot, perfect for riding. We stopped for breakfast after an hour of riding and then called in to the Harley Davidson dealership at Davenport where Tracee needed to purchase a new riding jacket.

We then crossed over the Mississippi river and the state line into Illinois. The traffic was becoming more heavy the further east we went (the eastern part of the USA is more heavily populated). We couldn't get over the volume of trucks on the interstate - there were long lines of trucks traveling in single file in the slow lane for miles at a time. You need to be on guard for large strips of tyre fragments that have come off after truck tyre 'blowouts'. These often line the road verges and can be bad news for a motorcyclist if you hit one! Luckily I was in the far left lane today (fast lane) when I saw cars braking hard in the lanes inside of me to try and avoid the remnants of a tyre that had come off a truck.

After our stop for lunch just before Joliet, we crossed the state line into Indiana and at the same time lost an hour as we changed time zones to Eastern Time. We bypassed Chicago to the north of us and scooted around the bottom of Lake Michigan before branching off on to Hwy 20 for the ride to South Bend where we checked into a motel. South Bend is a city that derives its name from its location (on the south bend of the St. Joseph River). The city's claim to fame is the Catholic University of Notre Dame (and its gridiron football team 'The Fighting Irish', the most successful in college football history).

It was relief to get off the Interstate and away from the manic traffic. The last two days were basically to allow us to cover a lot of distance quickly as we work towards locations where we want to spend more time.  In the last two days we have been in 4 different states (Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois and Indiana) and covered  around 1200 kilometres. Hopefully we have seen the last of busy Interstates for a while and can enjoy more scenic routes as we head north tomorrow through Michigan.

Williamsburg

We woke to a thunder storm and rain - not very enjoyable ingredients for a long-haul motorbike ride! In New Zealand, the weather forecasts predict 'scattered showers'. In Nebraska the TV weather this morning was predicting 'scattered thunderstorms'! The wet, cooler conditions were a stark contrast to the heat of yesterday. When we arrived in Grand Island it was 101 Fahrenheit (about 38 Celsius).

We put on our wet weather riding gear, loaded up the bike, topped up with fuel and headed out towards the Interstate (I 80 East). Basically, my theory is, if it looks certain it will be a 'crap' day with weather then take the quickest route between points 'A' and 'B' (usually the nearest Interstate). As we rode, there were big black clouds and lightening in the distance coming at us from the south. Fortunately, we turned east after about 7km's and managed to outrun the storm as we put distance between us and Grand Island.

We stopped for coffee and fuel at Lincoln (the state capital) and then after passing through Omaha we crossed the state line into Iowa. The winds started picking up at this point and really buffeted the bike. The winds were so strong that the visor on my helmet kept popping up - which was really annoying! I don't think the wind was an isolated incident as we started passing miles of 'wind farms' - the area is obviously renowned for a good breeze or two!

We stopped for lunch and more fuel after Des Moines and then pushed on for our stop for the day at Williamsburg. It wasn't the best of rides - we were both pleased to be off the road for the day!

Nebraska

On Sunday morning Tracee and I had our first experience milking goats on the ranch before going to church in Alliance with Charles, Carmen and daughter Cassie. We then had lunch at the local Chinese Restaurant and were joined by Carmen's parents Chris and Marty. We then followed this with some shopping before returning back to the ranch.

The afternoon was spent saddling up the horses and then Tracee and Carmen rode across the property (about an hour and a half ride) to son Cade and daughter-in-law Megan's house. Charles and I followed on the ATV. Tracee used to ride horses when she was a young girl still at school, while for me, I had my first experience riding a horse. I must say sitting on a horse gives you quite a different perspective than what I am used to (an iron horse with two wheels)!

We had some drama when we discovered that about 50 cattle had broken through a fence and were grazing where they shouldn't be. It took some time to temporarily repair the fence, round up the cattle and drive them through to the next pasture.

Once we had all returned back to the ranch later that evening, Charles grilled up some steak on the BBQ, we had a glass or two of wine and then called it a night!

There was another storm that night, with lightening putting on quite a show. There are three aspects of nature in Nebraska I really enjoy. The power of thunderstorms, the way the air temperature rapidly cools down in the evening after a hot day and the spectacular sunsets!

Today (Monday) it was with some sadness that we said goodbye to our hosts. 
Tracee, Carmen, Cassie and I had breakfast at the ranch and then loaded our gear into the Landcruiser for the ride to Charles and Carmen's son Coote and daughter-in-law Christine's house where the Harley has been stored for the last couple of days. On the way we saw our first snake slithering across the road. It was a Bull snake, which apparently are tolerated as they kill the more deadlier Rattlesnakes that are prevalent on the land. We also saw a small turtle - which surprised me as I always assumed they live near water - but not so!

Charles had been up early that morning as it is time for harvesting hay. He met us at the house as we packed up the bike to say goodbye. After some fond farewells we rode down Hwy 385 back towards the town of Alliance and then turned on to Hwy 2 that took us east and away from the Nebraska Panhandle. We were advised this would be a more scenic ride than taking interstate 80. The land was very green with rolling hills most of the way. This part of the country is effectively sand hills with grass growing on it. Some of these sand hills are quite large and made for some interesting contrasts in the landscape as we rode through. We stopped for lunch and fuel in the town of Broken Bow and then reached our destinations of Grand Island at around 5pm. Along the way we had crossed another time zone and had lost an hour (Central Time).

What Tracee and I really enjoyed about our time in both South Dakota and Nebraska, was the opportunity to spend time with some great friends who welcomed us into their homes and allowed us to experience everyday USA 'life'.

Angora

After saying goodbye to Chuck and Karla and family as they departed back to South Dakota in the morning, Tracee and I had the opportunity to stay on in Nebraska and spend time with Karla's sister Carmen and brother-in-law Charles on their cattle ranch. It doesn't get much more 'Wild West' than that!

After stopping for fuel in Alliance we rode a total of about 70 kilometers to the small community of Angora. Carmen and Charles met us there and after introducing us to some local people at the Post Office, took us on a tour of the community before we jumped back on the bike and followed them down a gravel road to their son's place where we parked up the bike in a shed and put our luggage in the back of their 4WD for the ride up the road to the ranch. There was no way I could have ridden the bike in! The road was very soft and sandy and really only suitable for a 4WD.

We spent the afternoon helping around the property (cleaning spouting, fencing for a goat pen). We then set off on motorbikes to check stock/growth conditions. Carmen & Charles were on the trail bike, while Tracee and I were on the ATV (4 wheel motorbike). We hadn't ridden too far before Tracee was telling me to slow down and was getting thrown around on the back. To her credit she wasn't screaming - but  came close I think! To be fair, because of my height, I had to take up most of the seat to be able to change gears, which left Tracee with the metal carrier to sit on and it was a rough ride! Tracee and Carmen then decided to walk back while Charles & I carried on. 

The ranch covers around 12,000 acres, so it was about a 5 mile journey to get around what we needed to. I didn't get off the bike, as there are 'rattlers' around (rattlesnakes) and with the growth, you wouldn't see them!

We then went in to Alliance for the 'Heritage Day' street carnival. This is an event designed to bring the community together. The railroad is the major employer in the town and the company had set up a marquee with free BBQ food - so it was a really inexpensive dinner that we had!

We then  went to a 'drive-in' movie with the family (very American) and watched the 'Lone Ranger'. There was a thunderstorm about 50 miles north/east of us that lit up the sky for the duration of the movie and the drive home! Apparently, there were 60 mile winds and hailstones the size of golf balls at one place the storm had passed through. You can get some extreme weather over here!

Nebraska Thunderstorm

Wounded Knee

We left Rapid City on Friday morning after breakfast and headed south down Hwy 79. The day was cool with intermittent rain. Chuck and Karla had invited us to Nebraska to attend Karla's parents 60th wedding anniversary and stay the night at their farm not far from the town of Alliance in Nebraska. Karla had gone on ahead with her daughter Polly and grandchildren, while we followed Chuck and their son Robert (who just graduated from 'boot camp' and is now a US Marine).

The weather was looking 'black' as we headed south, so we stopped at a gas station and donned our wet weather gear, Just past the town of Buffalo Gap, we turned on to Hwy 385 and this led on to Hwy 18 East and took us into the county of Shannon, the home of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. 

Like many Indian reservations across the country, they are characterised by poverty and the obligatory Casino. Pine Ridge is the home of the Oglala Sioux Tribe and depending on which census data you believe (the government or the local tribal government) the population is anywhere between 28 to 40,000. We stopped at Pine Ridge for fuel and then continued about another 30 kilometers to the historic site of Wounded Knee.

Wounded Knee is the site of the last battle of the American - Indian Wars. In December 1890 about 150 Sioux men, women and children were massacred by the US Army. We visited the mass grave and memorial site. What struck me was how little care had been taken with the site. There were a number of visitors there due to the historical significance of the area, but the roads leading up the hill to the site were like goat tracks - the Harley was bouncing around like a motocross bike and the grave and memorial sites were not tended, overgrown with long grass and weeds. It said a lot to me about the 'downward spiral' the native american culture had taken in recent history. Apparently the site is up for sale and the actor Johnny Depp is considering purchasing it and gifting it back to the tribe. Also poignant at the site was the grave of 'Lost Bird' the baby who survived the massacre and was found underneath her dead mother 2 days later. She died at the age of 29 from influenza and was buried at the site.

After Wounded Knee, we backtracked to Pine Ridge for lunch and then headed south down Hwy 87. We soon crossed the border into Nebraska and rode through the controversial town of Whiteclay.

The Pine Ridge tribal government has banned the sale of alcohol on the reservation (the root of many social issues in the tribe). Whiteclay is just across the state line in Nebraska and only 200 feet from the reservation boundary. The alcohol outlets in the town sell 4.5 million 12oz cans of beer annually (around 12500 per day) mainly to the Oglala. It was really sad riding through to see people lying on boardwalks outside dilapidated buildings, clearly 'out of it' on booze. On the reservation side of the boundary there were a number of 'protest signs' stating that 'alcohol was the enemy' and accusing the town of 'getting rich' from the reservation. It was depressing.

On a happier note, it was a privilege to be part of the 60th wedding anniversary celebration for Chris and Marty Borst (Karla's parents). We were made to feel very welcome by the extended family and and it was great to listen to the stories from 'back in the day' in Nebraska.

Black Hills National Forest

Today we went on a hike in the Black Hills National Forest to Doty Springs with Chuck and Karla. It was great to be in such beautiful country. The area close to where Chuck and Karla live was part of Custer's 7th Cavalry camp/route and on the way to our hike starting point, we stopped to view the grave site of where one of his soldiers is buried.

After the hike we had a drink at a 1950's style drive in diner (called Sonic) where you place an order over the intercom and you are delivered your order by staff on roller skates. About this time we could see a lightning storm occurring over the Black Hills - pretty impressive.

We then went to the local Harley Davidson dealership (where Chuck knows the owner). The business is really gearing up for the start of 'Rally Week' (Sturgis Bike Rally) in early August. This is arguably the largest motorcycle rally in the world. Tracee & I attended the 70th anniversary event during our 2010 tour. Having done it once, we had no real inclination to take part again this year. Black Hills HD is a very large dealership. There was a huge marquee being prepared for the rally week and more Harleys on site than you could poke a stick at.

After visiting Chuck & Karla's daughter-in-law Jenny and grandchildren Ritter & new baby Reese, we drove out to Hill City for dinner at the Alpine Inn. There was only one item on the menu - steak! The choice was whether you wanted small or large & how you wanted it cooked. Loved it! On the way home we stopped at the Pactola Dam. The lake there is a popular destination for boats and jet-skis.

Rapid City

We left Cody about 8am and enjoyed some cooler riding conditions as we headed east on Hwy 14. This took us through the spectacular Bighorn National Forest. There was plenty of wildlife about as we rode through. Tracee counted about 10 deer, but the highlight as we were going around a corner up a hill was a Moose cow and her calf grazing by the side of the road. Unfortunately, by the time we had stopped and turned back for a photo, they had vanished into the forest.

We turned on to the Interstate (I 90) and stopped shortly after at Sheridan for fuel and coffee. The temperature was heating up by this stage and riding conditions became very warm, there was also a strong blustery wind to contend with which made riding unpleasant, especially when passing trucks carrying loads as grit got in the eyes when passing. After another stop at Gillette for fuel and lunch we pushed on to our stop for the day - Rapid City in South Dakota.

We are staying with friends Chuck and Karla on their amazing property set on 65 acres of forest and meadows in the hills about half an hours ride out of Rapid City. After dinner we went for a walk up the hill behind their property for a great view of the Black Hills.

Cody

We spent the day in Cody today. This was a town that appealed to us on our last tour in 2010 and we decided that next time we would spend a full day here.

A highlight of the day for me was the visit to the Buffalo Bill Centre of The West  – which is a large sprawling complex with 5 museums that focus on Plains Indian culture, Natural History, Western Art, the life of Buffalo Bill and last (but not least) the most comprehensive firearms museum anywhere. The Cody Firearms museum has over 1500 firearms from every era. I have had a life-long fascination with the history of the Wild West and I found the centre excellent. 

The highlight of the day for Tracee of course was shopping in the main street (and she excelled admirably at this). Without going into detail  it was a good day for her.

The Irma Hotel (apparently Buffalo Bill used to hang out there) not only has a great restaurant, but also puts on a ‘Wild West’ show each evening at 6pm which culminates in a gunfight – very ‘tongue in cheek’ and quite a laugh.

We met a character called ‘Ron’ an employee at the local Walgreens store who had been to New Zealand and was appalled at our strict gun control policy. Ron is a national instructor with the NRA (National Rifle Association,) carries a knife on his hip (he handed it to me to inspect) and proudly told us that he also had a concealed gun. He said that Wyoming had an ‘open’ attitude to firearms and you could carry them in public if you wanted to. When I told him that our police do not even carry guns in public he shook his head in disbelief.

We also visited the ‘Dug Out Gun Museum’ which specialized in relics from the west and civil and Indian wars that had been dug up off farms and old battlefields. The owner was very interesting and had a lot of knowledge about the era. You could also purchase some of the antique firearms, some of which are in working condition. The museum is free entry (but donations welcome). You may think I am a bit of a gun nut reading this – but only in the historical context of the Wild West!

We finished the day looking in a shop at some excellent professional photography of Yellowstone wildlife and purchased a few copies to take home.

Gunfight outside the Irma Hotel in Cody

Yellowstone

We left Bozeman following the interstate east until we reached Livingston and turned right on to Hwy 89. This route was a very pleasant ride that took us to the community of Gardiner for a fuel stop, only 1km from the north entrance to Yellowstone National Park. This national park is huge. It spans the three states of Wyoming, Montana and Idaho. The ‘Grand Loop Road’ that completes a full circuit of the main attractions is a 282km journey, so including the ride from Bozeman to our destination for the day at Cody, we had a full day’s riding (over 400km) ahead of us – most of it at a slow speed through the park.

We meandered our way from the north entrance to Mammoth Hot Springs. Yellowstone is basically a huge volcanic plateau and over half of the worlds geothermic activity (hot springs, geysers) occurs here. We then rode the loop around to Canyon Village where we stopped for lunch and then rode back up the other side of the loop to Tower Falls. There was a lot of road construction underway (and unpaved road), so we turned around and rode back past Canyon Village and continued down the Hayden Valley to Fishing Bridge. 

By this stage in terms of wildlife we had only seen two mule deer. We soon past a herd of elk and then started encountering more and more bison.We pulled up alongside some and parked on the other side of the road (with engine idling!). Tracee got off to take some photos when one of the massive beasts seemed to take an interest in us. I assume it was because out of all the other vehicles on the road, the Harley was the closest to resembling a small bison? I am not sure how good the eyesight of a bison is – but it may have thought it had found a mate? Tracee started to panic a wee bit and said “What should I do?”  I replied, “Just jump back on the bike and keep taking photos!” The beast kept walking across the road towards us sniffing the air and I guess in the end decided that the scent of the Harley wasn’t that attractive after all and turned aside and walked past us to the other side of the road. These are magnificent creatures to see up close and the adult males are huge – I wouldn’t want to have one charging at me!

We spotted more bison as we continued on our way around Yellowstone Lake towards the east entrance. We saw one rolling in the dust by the side of the road and a small group eating the bark from trees. I was mildly disappointed not to see any predators (wolves and bears) on this our second trip through Yellowstone – but such sightings are not that common as most of these animals tend to avoid close proximity to human activity. In spite of that, Yellowstone is an awesome place to visit – especially on a motorbike.

After leaving the east entrance we had a ride of about 85km to our stop for the day at Cody. The town of Cody has a distinct ‘Wild West’ feel to it and was named after William Frederick Cody (aka Buffalo Bill) who was instrumental in founding the town in the late 1800’s.