Gateway Motorcycle Group: Day 4 – The Short Road Home

Well, we’ve had four mornings of waking up before eight o’clock. Just be aware that these blogs posts are only recorded with events that occur after 11:00am, because that’s when my brain wakes up.

Scott told me this morning, rather defiantly I might add, that he is a morning person, and he’s going to wake up early every morning now that we’ve tasted four days of facing the eastern sun. After I stopped laughing and wiped the tears from my eyes, I gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder.

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Today started with an 8:15 kickstands up to head home. It was a long stretch of highway, but Scott and I had a blast because I downloaded an app that lists all the Texas Historical Markers (I know, we’re wild and crazy!). But now that we’re married, Scott has discovered that I have an enormous inner nerd that I successfully hid while we were dating.

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Fortunately, we had hours of highway in front of us, a full charge on our headsets, and a $2.99 app that gave us (mostly me) endless pleasure by learning Texas history. Scott’s not from Texas, so he doesn’t understand that we’re special. Those of you from Texas know this already, so I’m preaching to the choir. I think Scott is duly impressed, and he can now be considered a true Texan.

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One of the first things I had to educate him about was about The Republic of Texas, and how most Texans still think of us as our own country, even though we’re part of the United States.

The second thing I had to educate him about was about The Yellow Rose of Texas and the Battle of San Jacinto. And then we might have sung the song while flying down the highway on a motorcycle. I thought everyone knew about The Yellow Rose of Texas, but I was wrong. I mean, Scott even has a yellow rose tattoo.

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We also determined that we would make terrible farmers, and that Texans pretty much spent the 1800s fighting everyone (Mexico, Native Americans, and the United States). But we’ve had a couple hundred years to practice open-carry. Even the car line moms are packing heat. Don’t mess with Texas.

It’s also pretty incredible to think of people truly settling a homestead or a community and creating something out of nothing. Would you have survived as they did? It makes for an interesting conversation.

We stopped for lunch in Ennis, TX at the Firehouse Grill. It was delicious. And they’re a big supporter of first responders, so you know we love that. I’m not sure what Scott is doing to me in this picture, but his beard is very soft.

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This was the end of the journey for us. We had an amazing lunch, and we’ve been so blessed to be on this trip and get to know people who will be lifelong friends. It’s been a great time of fellowship and friendship, and I can’t wait to do it again.

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We prayed, hugged, and then said goodbye. And then Scott and I headed toward home, where we took a couple of seconds to unload the bike and toss everything on the floor. Then we fell into bed for a nap. Showers followed after we woke, and then Scott decided he needed a haircut. See image below for evidence of said haircut.

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This is the end of this journey, but we’ll be back in November with more travel posts when we head to the Mediterranean for a couple of weeks for the XO Marriage Cruise. Though Scott might not be able to post if he’s being too romantic. We’ll see.

Until then!

Leah

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Gateway Motorcycle Group: Piney Woods of Texas – Day 2

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It’s day 2 of the ride with our small group at Gateway Church, and kickstands were up at 8:30 this morning. We showered last night, and I went to bed at 8:45pm. Our alarm went off at 7:30am and we still hit snooze three times.

As most of you know, Scott and I don’t keep regular hours. We’re usually going to bed about the time normal people are waking up to start their work day. But it works for us, and we get more work done with that schedule, so we’ve stopped trying to be “normal.”

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Anyway, we said a quick prayer, threw on some clothes, and were in the parking lot by 8:15. As you can tell by the picture above, it was another scorcher of a day. Scott is full of all kinds of interesting tan lines.

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It was a gorgeous ride to Palestine, which was our first stop of the day. The roads were winding and tree-canopied. Unfortunately, I missed some really good photo opportunities, but don’t worry, I’ll tell you about them. The first photo I missed was of a dog jumping on a trampoline. Trust me, it was awesome. Scott and I both saw it at the same time and laughed hysterically.

The second picture I missed was one of the historic cemeteries we passed. There was a big banner sign stretched across the gothic iron gates that said “Homecoming Party, October 2nd.” Scott was like, “I ain’t going to that party.” I also found this hilarious.

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We stopped in Crockett, TX for lunch at Arnold’s Bar-b-que. I forgot to take any pictures of it or the delicious brisket I had, so I thought I’d post a picture of these cows instead, since it’s generally the same thing. There are a lot of cows in this part of Texas.

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We stopped for gas along the way, and Scott took about a billion selfies on my phone. Are y’all as surprised as I am that his beard still fits in his helmet? Seriously, it’s going to take forever to delete all those selfies.

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We got back on the bike and it was still hot. But the ride was amazing. Truly a beautiful part of the state. We did a big loop for another couple of hours, and I missed a great picture of a man in a horse drawn buggy. That’s pretty much the story of the day–me missing all the good photo opportunities.

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Did I say gorgeous?

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And hot? This was the stop where I dunked my shirt in cold water and put it back on.

The hotel was a welcome sight after a nine hour outing, and the good Doctor and I headed straight for the room and a nap. Which means he took a nap, and I thought about napping, because I’m not a good napper. And then we showered and put on clothes that weren’t covered in road grime so we could head to dinner.

I’ll admit that the food has been outstanding on this trip. Y’all know we pretty much live to eat. I’m glad I brought only stretchy pants.

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Dinner was at Clear Springs Cafe in Nacogdoches, TX, and I had chicken fried ribeye. Yes, you read that right. It was life-changing. I also had peach cobbler. Scott had cheesecake like usual. The company and conversation was as good as the food.

I’m not going to lie, I’m looking forward to posting this and going to sleep. We have another 8:30 kickstands up in the morning. This trip has been so much fun and has been such a blessing. We prayed for a group to get involved with and get close to, and God gave us this one. It’s been awesome.

Scott’s up for the next post (we’re heading to Louisiana), so we’ll catch you tomorrow!

Leah

Savannah, Georgia

We spent the last week in Orlando at the Swan and Dolphin Resort at Disney World. Scott’s not a fan of Disney World, so it was probably a good thing we had nothing but back to back meetings.

When we weren’t in meetings, we were holed up in the hotel room watching Forensic Files and ordering 2am pizza, which is usually a bad life choice, but seemed like a good idea at the time.

And Friday was pretty awesome because our morning meeting was moved to the afternoon, so we slept late and just played and talked until pretty late in the day. It was a good day.

We’re still trying to catch up on sleep from the motorcycle trip, and our days and nights are mixed up. Not to mention, I think we’re just plain exhausted and we’re looking forward to our own bed for the month of August.

It’ll be short-lived though, because we’re heading to Australia in September, which you’ll get to read all about right here on the site.

We had a ton of people come up to us at the conference this week saying they were sad the motorcycle trip ended because they loved reading the blog every day. We’re going to keep the blog going.

We’ve got A LOT of work travel in the next year, including Australia, Venice, Malta, Croatia, Greece, Rome, plus a crazy trip with the kids for a book signing in DC. We’ll keep this page hopping. Promise.

After we left Disney, we hopped in the convertible we rented, put the top down, and drove the four and a half hours to Savannah, Georgia. Savannah is one of my favorite cities, and it’s the setting for my Addison Holmes series, so I’ve got a soft spot for it. I was especially excited to get to share it with Scott because he’s never been here before.

As you can imagine, we have some crazy hotel and airline points. We chose the Mansion at Forsyth Park by Marriott for our two night stay in Savannah.

We have a great view of the park from our room, and when we woke up this morning, there were already people set up for picnics and volleyball games.

This is Scott in front of the hotel, sporting his Superman shirt he thought he lost while we were on the motorcycle trip. He was very glad to find it in the box of dirty clothes we shipped home from South Dakota.

We’re not much on walking tours, so we grabbed the convertible, put the top down, and did a street by street tour of the city. I still love it as much as I did the first time I visited, and I was so happy Scott loved it too. It’s nice to be able to share something you love with the person you love.

The homes are grand, the small green spaces every couple of blocks are immaculate, and everything about the city is genteel southern charm. 

We ate lunch down on River Street at a seafood place that looked out over the Savannah River. We had Shrimp and Grits and Crab Cakes, and you just don’t get better than that in low country.

We also had entertainment as we sat on the balcony and enjoyed the food.

 

Between the Georgia Queen making a pass, and the buggies and horse drawn carriages, we were thoroughly entertained.

After lunch, we continued our tour and headed to the cemetery. Scott’s probably not as big of a fan of cemeteries as I am, but he indulged me anyway. I love going through and seeing a story of someone’s life written on the headstones, sometimes the lives of entire families.

I was fortunate to find a quarter to put in the parking meter. A quarter doesn’t buy as many minutes as it used to.

This is the entrance to the cemetery. I’m not a hundred percent sure what Scott is doing, but there were an unusual amount of birds and squirrels following us around. Coincidence? I think not.

The cemetery was filled with great signs like this one, and all of the graves were Pre-Civil War and Pre-Revolutionary War, with many war heroes buried there. It was fascinating to read about them.

It was a short walk next door to the police department. I had to remind Scott he was retired after he saw the cool cars sitting out front.

We also had the privilege of running into this little guy, which we feel might have a lot in common with our 8 year old.

Scott wanted me to take a picture of the sign below. He said something about the good old days and grenades. I’ll let you interpret that how you wish.

We left the car with valet and decided to walk to dinner. Scott found a little place on the corner a few blocks down that served Sloppy Joes and Ribs and Mac n’ Cheese. Lord, I love this town. The Hitch’s menus are all amazing. Probably a good thing we’re going home soon or we’ll have to wear stretchy pants everywhere.

Tomorrow, we’re heading to Hilton Head to meet our good friend and amazing author, CJ Lyons for lunch, and then we’re driving on to Charleston to meet up with our niece and her husband the next few days.

I’m sure we’ll have more good food and great places to share with you!

Until tomorrow,

Leah and Scott

#HOGWild17: Day 20 – Waco, Texas

It’s Day 20!

Somewhere between Albuquerque and Lubbock, we experienced a time change, which our phones chose not to observe. And for some reason, even though we checked into our hotel after 1am last night, we stayed up until 5am.

Which means we actually got up at 12:30 instead of 11:30. Once again, we’re grateful our hotel status grants us guaranteed late checkout.

Though it was probably a poor life choice to stay up until 5am, especially considering the long drive we had today, I never mind staying up that late, just laying in bed talking until the sun comes up.

It’s one of my favorite things, and we have some of our best conversations during those dark hours.

You’ll all be glad to know that Albuquerque has a Cracker Barrel. We love Cracker Barrel, so we try to find one wherever we are.

We parked the motorcycle next to a gray compact car, and a little old lady was getting out, holding her giant handbag close to her body.

She waited until Scott turned off the bike and then said, “My husband used to ride, but I won’t let him anymore.”

A few seconds later, her husband shuffled around to her side of the car so he could take her hand and help her inside.

He took one look at the bike and said, “I used to ride, but she won’t let me anymore.”

You couldn’t help but smile being around them.

They were probably on the sunny side of eighty, but you could see the adventure and youth in their eyes as they looked at the bike, and also their devotion to each other in their Golden Years.

When we sat down at the table, I looked at Scott and said, “I bet he was a pistol when he was a young man.”

And I wished at that point that I could’ve sat down and talked to them longer. I bet he had some incredible stories.

God must have been listening, because when we left, Scott had to make a call so we sat on the rockers out front.

A few minutes later, the same couple came out and they grinned when they saw us. And then they came right over and sat in the rockers next to me. We talked for a good fifteen minutes while Scott finished his call, and the man told me of all the places he’d ridden across the country.

The nostalgia was deep, and the yearning was still there. And then he took his wife’s hand, wished us well, and they were on their way. I figure that’s what Scott will be like in forty years when he hears the rumble of an engine.

We decided to bypass the Harley-Davidson store since we had a five hour drive ahead of us.

The temperature was in the triple digits, and the scenery didn’t change much over the next three hundred miles. It was nothing but blue skies, fields, and oil derricks.

We made sure to stop every hour or so to keep hydrated and cool off. At one of these stops, we had some ice cold watermelon and saw this bed roll.

If y’all remember back before we started this adventure, Scott posted a picture of Lorenzo Lamas on his motorcycle with his bedroll. He’s been talking about that bedroll ever since.

Apparently, you can’t have a “real” adventure without a bedroll. I’m all for adventure, as long as the bedroll comes with a pillowtop mattress at the Ritz

We left the gas station and bedroll behind, and kept heading east toward Waco.

I was lost in thought when Scott pulled over to the side of the road. I wasn’t sure what was going on. And then I turned around and saw the flashing lights behind me. I’ll admit. I laughed. A lot.

If y’all will also remember, Scott was more than happy to regale the last time I got stopped when we were Louisiana. You remember, when he just sat there and didn’t say anything, even though he could have helped me out.

Now, Speedy McSpeederson didn’t get a ticket like I did. That whole cop thing comes in handy with other cops. But it was highly entertaining all the same, and I snuck a picture to commemorate the day.

He was still smiling as we got back on the road, a little slower this time, and finished the trek to Waco.

I’d also like to take this moment to call out my husband’s beard. I think it has it’s own zip code. He actually brushes it with a hairbrush in the mornings.

I’ll admit, I got a little excited when I saw we’d entered the city limits of Dublin, Texas.

Those of you who aren’t from Texas have probably never heard of Dublin Dr. Pepper, but it’s a great memory from my childhood. My dad owned a small furniture store, and every couple of weeks he’d get a delivery of Dublin Dr. Pepper to keep in his fridge.

There’s nothing in this world that tastes like Dublin Dr. Pepper (it’s delicious), and it was a dark day when it was no longer available. But the memories are still great.

 

I’ve mentioned Dublin Dr. Pepper to Scott for the past several years, so it was cool to show him I wasn’t making this whole phenomenon up when we saw the sign and the old building.

We made it to the hotel around 10:30, just in time to get a table at the restaurant before they closed. I’m sure you’ll notice we’re eating healthy on this trip. Why have I never eaten bacon on my mac n’ cheese before?

Tomorrow, we’re headed over to Magnolia at the Silos. I’m excited. And I’ve been told by several people who know me well that they ship.

That’s good news. We’re getting ready to renovate our master bedroom and bathroom, so I’m all for new ideas. 

Scott’s laying next to me waiting impatiently for me to get through with this post so he can read it. Speedy McSpeederson is sometimes Nosey McNoseyson.

After the Silos tomorrow, we’re headed home just in time to pack and catch a flight to Florida.

See y’all tomorrow!

Leah and Scott

#HOGWild17: Day 18 – Albuquerque, New Mexico

Day 18!

This is the third time I’ve tried to write this post, and it’s after midnight, so if the computer deletes the post again Scott might be picking up pieces of Mac from the parking lot.

There are two kinds of people in the world. Morning people and night people. I’m sure you can figure out which ones we are without too much trouble.

For the last eighteen days, from the hours of midnight to 4am, we write the blog and watch Forensic Files. I don’t think we’ve ever watched so much TV in our lives. We might be full-blown couch potatoes by the time we get back home.

Staying up late also means sleeping late, and it’s going to be as hard for us to get back into the school year routine as it is for the kids. But for now…it’s still summer. And we’re grownups, so we can do what we want. Stop judging.

I’ve enjoyed the routine we’ve established over the last eighteen days. We wake up, we do our prayer time together, we shower, dress, and then load up and head out. It looks a lot like this.

Scott likes to keep the cart in the room. He’s a rebel.

We got an even later start than usual this morn…err…afternoon, and it was almost two by the time we got on the bike.

Instead of punching in the address for our hotel in Albuquerque, New Mexico, which was almost a six hour drive, we punched in the address for the Pikes Peak Harley Davidson store, which was just down the road.

I found a new red shirt and Scott found a man bracelet he’s been looking for a long time. I think we’ve reached the point where we need to buy stock in HD.

Scott asked what we’re going to do with all the clothes once we get home. I diverted attention from the question by asking a question of my own. Why don’t they clean and wash the bikes while we’re shopping in the store?

Scott was sufficiently distracted by my question.

I know what you’re thinking. As soon as we got back on the bike, we punched in the address for the hotel in Albuquerque. But you’d be wrong.

We instead typed in the address for the nearest Cracker Barrel. The last time we ate at one was in Billings, Montana, and Scott gets twitchy if he goes too many days without chicken and biscuits.

We finally hit the highway for the next 350 miles. I snuck a selfie since Scott was focused on the road. As he should be.

It was another incredible drive. The weather was cool and the scenery breathtaking.

And this scenery was pretty breathtaking too 😉

I have to say, I can’t think of anyone else I would want to do a trip for twenty-one days straight, and spend this much time and personal space with.

He’s my favorite person. And we’ve grown even closer each day, with prayer and focus on Christ our anchor. It’s been incredible.

The oil light came on at about the halfway point of the trip, so we made a detour to O’Reilly Autoparts in Las Vegas, New Mexico. This man can do everything.

Thanks, O’Reilly Autoparts.

I had lots of time to take pictures from the back of the bike.

Lots and lots of time…

We even stopped at a creepy rest stop to do a facebook live: We weren’t sure we were going to survive using the potty there, but as of the writing of this post, I’d guess we did.

If y’all will recall from Day 11, we purchased a condo in Whitefish, Montana (video of our condo), so I spent the time on the back of the bike emailing realtors and bankers and title companies all the information they needed. So I was productive.

And then it got cold. 

And we still had almost two hours to go.

I did what any wife would do on the back of a bike in the dark for the next two hours. I put my hood on, hunkered down, and played games on my phone.

I guess Scott did okay driving. We made it the rest of the way in record time. Not that he was speeding or anything. He is an officer of the law and everything.

Though he used interrogation techniques to question me about why I didn’t get snacks when I checked us in.

I’ll say it on the record, the Hilton in Albuquerque did not stock their snack shop with anything Scott would’ve eaten. Scott wouldn’t go down to confirm, but he did enjoy the interrogating. 

Tomorrow we’re going to try and get together with some friends, and then we’re headed to Lubbock, Texas.

I’ve done the drive through Lubbock, so I know what to expect as far as the drive. It’ll be Scott’s first time. I’m thinking I’ll just let him be surprised instead of trying to describe the flat, dusty, desolate…

Oh, have I said too much?

See y’all tomorrow!

Leah and Scott

 

 

#HOGWild17: Day 16 – Steamboat Springs, Colorado

Day 16!

It’s my day to do the blog, so there’s something important I need to bring to everyone’s attention before we can move onto the business at hand.

I dunno…what do you think?

Okay, now we can move on.

I’ve got a confession to make. I discovered Ancestry.com pretty late last night, and I didn’t go to sleep until five this morning.

Scott and I are both fascinated by ancestry because we don’t know that much about our families past our grandparents, so this has been really cool. Don’t tell Scott, but I ordered us both DNA test kits so we can see what our heritage is.

Because I went to bed at five this morning, I slept until eleven. Scott got up early because God told him to get up and go do his prayer and study time, so that’s what he did.

I stumbled in a few hours later, bleary-eyed and in my underwear, with weird creases on my skin from the sheets. I’m not a fan of morning.

Scott let me sit in his lap, so I curled up and got comfortable. We snuggled for several minutes before he told me I looked like Gollum. Then he said, “Let me hear you say My Precious.”

This is pretty much what living with Scott is like all the time. He likes to be entertained. As he’s said before, I’m incredibly patient and almost always indulge him. 

This set an interesting tone for our morning prayer time, but it truly was a great prayer. Scott said this has been more like a three week prayer journey, with motorcycle-riding in between, and he couldn’t have said it better.

It’s been an amazing time getting to know each other on an even deeper level, and I think we’ll never forget this trip and what we’ve learned from it.

Thank goodness for late checkout, because it was after one by the time I transformed from Gollum to my regular self. We left the hotel, and Scott immediately drove us to Arby’s to eat. If he’s learned anything over the last several years, it’s that feeding me is important.

My husband is a brilliant man. And I was ready to roll.

Today’s trek was from Rock Springs, Wyoming to Steamboat Springs, Colorado. The terrain changed drastically as soon as we set out. The mountains became more rugged and the landscape more stark. The sky was gorgeous. 

It was a long stretch of highway before we made it to a town (that had a population of just over three hundred) so we could fill up the tank and get some gatorade. By the time we filled up and got back on the bike, the sky looked like this.

So we put on the rain gear and took off.

Other than the occasional sharp pelt of rain to the face, the cooler temperatures and the wind that came in with the storm felt nice.

Before long, we were approaching Steamboat Springs.

Which is another gorgeous resort town, but we’ve already bought our quota of property on this trip, so we’re safe.

And they have Mexican food restaurants, which perked me right up. It’s been more than two weeks since we had Mexican food, and that’s a long time for us.

I love queso more than I should. I was going through withdrawal. And I think Scott was happy too. Nothing excites that man like guacamole. Unless it’s chocolate.

I think dinner did him in, because he’s in “man position,” reclined on the bed with the remote in his hand while I dig deeper into his ancestry.

We’re heading to Denver tomorrow. The last time we were in Denver we saw all the sights in the Jeep, but I look forward to seeing them again on the bike.

I think I’m going to join Scott in his “man position,” and try to get a normal night’s sleep.

See you tomorrow,

Leah and Scott

 

 

#HOGWild17: Day 14 – Beartooth Pass & Yellowstone

Day 14 was a bear! Literally. But I’ll get to that in a second.

First of all, I have to give mad props to my better half for his motorcycle skills today. We were on the bike close to nine hours, going through crazy elevations, roads that dropped off straight down a mountain, and wildlife throwing themselves in front of the bike.

So good job, Hot Stuff McHusband. I’ll slap you on the butt later in congratulations once I can move again.

Okay, I have to start all the way at the beginning. We spent the night at Red Lodge last night, and I tossed and turned all night.

Scott slept like a baby (the kind of babies that sleep all night instead of the ones that wake you up to feed them). And for some reason he set his alarm at eight-thirty. I pretended I didn’t hear it and rolled back over to go back to sleep.

But Scott’s the kind of person that when he’s up, he feels everyone should be up, so he said, “Choppie,” and shoved my shoulder a couple of times (Choppie is his pet name for me, in case you’re wondering who Choppie is). I stayed silent.

Then he pulled out the big guns. He likes to watch videos of people acting like idiots and then the police intervene, so he turned it up super loud. I don’t know how the cops do it. I would’ve punched the idiot in the face. But it did the job, and I was finally awake. My blood pressure was up as well.

The only thing we could do at this point is our prayer time. After the way Scott woke me up, I figure he needed some Jesus. And I needed some Jesus too, because I do not like being woken up, and Scott was not starting off the day on my good side.

I prayed for an attitude adjustment because I knew we had a long way to go on the bike. The Lord worked miracles because I was ready to roll by the time we said Amen.

We stopped at Subway for lunch and I told Scott about my weird dream he interrupted. It started with me giving birth, and Scott delivering the baby. He is a doctor, but I’m not sure an anthropologist was what I needed at the moment.

We had a girl, in case you’re wondering, and as soon as she was born we wrapped her up and put her in the sidecar of the motorcycle.

I was not looking forward to getting on a motorcycle, because I’d just given birth. It’s no wonder I didn’t sleep well last night.

Anyway…at this point, we had to go into hiding, so we rode the motorcycle down to the train tracks, where we were going to live with the hobos. For some reason, everyone was wearing overalls. And the best part was as soon as we arrived they all started singing.

I don’t know about you guys, but I frequently have dreams that are musicals. I wish I could remember the songs, but they were awesome. Take my word for it.

One of the hobos gave the baby a cool headband with a flower on it, and then Scott woke me up.

Why were we on the run? Why was everyone in overalls? Why didn’t we name the baby?

This was Scott’s expression.

I figure listening was the least he could do after he woke me up.

It was a busy morning, but we finally said goodbye to Red Lodge and headed to Beartooth Pass.

The thing about Beartooth Pass is that it tricks you. You think you’re at the top, and that it’s impossible to go higher, but somehow the mountain grows right in front of you.

And you keep going…

And going…

Until you finally reach the top.

Yes, you read that right. The elevation was 10,947. It feels like the top of the world. And the way down isn’t half bad either.

Once Scott worked his mad skills and got us through Beartooth Pass, we headed into Yellowstone National Park. Neither of us had ever been before, so it was a really cool experience.

And the pictures never do justice to the views.

And this was the first of many wildlife making an appearance in front of the bike.

And then there was this guy who had a couple of miles of traffic behind him. His buddies were in our lane, making sure both sides were blocked. Those bison are real characters. But they make delicious hamburgers.

Oh, I forgot to mention that Scott and I were dressed exactly alike today. Once, when we were in Las Vegas, we saw a couple in their seventies wearing matching rhinestone quilted jackets.

Scott said, “That’s going to be us one day.” We’re not quite to the rhinestone quilted jacket phase, but this is pretty close. We have matching shirts, chaps, jackets, and rain gear.

We’re just like Donny and Marie, but not creepy, because we’re married instead of brother and sister.

After we left Yellowstone, we headed straight into Grand Teton National Park. The weather turned decidedly colder, and the rain fell in big fat drops that didn’t feel too good when they pelted us in the face.

I guess the bear that ran across the road in front of us didn’t care for being cold or rained on either. I would’ve gotten a picture, but that sucker moved fast. I’m glad he wasn’t coming toward us!

The Tetons were majestic in every way. This is most definitely God’s country.

It got pretty chilly, but I had this sexy guy to snuggle up next to on the bike.

Seriously, this is so beautiful it looks fake. But it’s not. And it’s even better in person.

After we made it through the Tetons, we headed to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. It’s a cool little ski resort town, surrounded by mountains, with a ton of restaurants and boutique shops.

I didn’t take any pictures of Jackson Hole, because I was just too tired by the time we rolled in at nine o’clock. And we hadn’t eaten dinner either, so we ate at Snake River Brewery.

Scott got his revenge on the Bison blocking the road by ordering the Bison burger.

Watching the sun set behind the mountains is one of those snapshots in life that’ll stay with me forever.

Tomorrow, we’re headed to Rock Springs. It’s an easy day of riding, which is good because we’ve got some work to catch up on.

We also have late check out at the hotel tomorrow, so I’m hoping Scott sleeps later than I do, so I can wake him up in equal measure.

I’ll let you know how it goes!

See you tomorrow,

Leah and Scott

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#HOGWild17: Day 12 – Helena, Montana

Day 12!

I don’t even know what’s happened the past couple of days. We’re high on mountain air and delicious food.

Apparently, riding a motorcycle for ten days in the heat fries the circuits in the brain, and then you end up looking at condos and putting in an offer.

This is a shot of the living area. Scott wanted to stretch out across the couch to make the scene look more homey, but I talked him out of it. I told him the picture of him laid out on the massage table was enough for a twenty-one day trip.

So…that’s what we did today. Just a normal day in Whitefish, Montana, which we’ve never been to before, but fell in love with immediately. I think it’s easier to justify this because we travel so much and have seen a lot of incredible places in this country.

And this is one of our favorites. That says something. Now everyone needs to come to Whitefish. We have a place for you that sleeps up to 8!

And the balcony has a fire pit and TV.

And it has a pretty awesome view too!

Condo-buying takes a while, so we didn’t actually leave Whitefish until five o’clock this afternoon. But because Scott learned his lesson a few days ago when we left town and then discovered there weren’t restaurants for a couple of hundred miles, I suggested we eat something before heading out. He readily agreed.

Our realtor suggested a place called Loula’s. It’s in the basement of a corner building in downtown Whitefish. And it was awesome. If y’all know me, you know pie is my favorite dessert. I adore pie. And Loula’s is famous for their pies.

You can buy them by the slice or the whole pie. I was tempted to get the whole pie and just eat it on the back of the motorcycle, but Judgey McJudgerson would’ve written about it in tomorrow night’s blog post.

After we had pie and signed a billion papers, we finally left Whitefish. We were sad to go, but we’re supposed to be back home in another ten days so we can catch a flight.

I know, we’re crazy. But we have to get back to work, though I’m not going to think about that right now.

Our realtor also suggested we head to Helena instead of Butte, which was our original plan. He’s a motorcycle guy too, and said the drive was gorgeous. He wasn’t lying.

But first, we had to stop at Glacier Harley-Davidson. It was on the way, and Scott was able to add to his shirt collection, even though he doesn’t shop.

The ride truly was spectacular on the way to Helena. And we couldn’t have asked for better weather.

This was the view on one side of the highway.

And this was the view of the other side.

 

It was like that the whole way, which is why y’all need to come visit Montana. It took right at four hours to reach Helena, and we checked into the hotel.

This is the part where Scott wants to write a guest paragraph in this post, because he’s got some drama, but I told him it’d be better if I just laid out the cold hard facts.

When we checked into the hotel, there was a tray of iced tea cookies sitting on the counter for hotel guests. The guy checking us in, we’ll call him Ryan (actually, that’s his real name, we don’t keep secrets here) told us he was very tired and the end of the day had caught up with him.

Scott couldn’t pick out Ryan in a lineup, but he could pick out one of those tea cookies.

After we checked in and unloaded the bike, Scott went to go park it, thinking he’d just get a cookie once he came back inside. Unfortunately, within the span of five minutes, the tray of tea cookies disappeared.

And no one was behind the counter. Scott scouted around for stray crumbs, but someone had cleaned that counter like it was the week after a crime scene and the apartment needed to be rented.

We checked into our room, where we discovered our room is connected to the hotel pool. Literally. We just walk out our door and if we’re not careful we’ll fall into the water.

That excited Scott to no end until he saw the pool closed at ten and people weren’t going to be belly flopping outside our French doors.

We changed clothes for dinner, and then we walked back by the counter. The culprits had reappeared. You know Scott, he’s all about confrontation. Actually, he hates confrontation. Unless it has to do with missing cookies. 

Ryan was talking on the phone, but his eyes were shifty and he was sweating. Scott zeroed in on the woman and asked point blank where the cookies were.

She cracked under the pressure and threw Ryan under the bus, confessing that he ate the rest of them. I guess the stress of the end of the day got to him. But that didn’t leave Scott with any cookies.

I got to hear about Ryan and his cookie eating as we walked down the block to the restaurant on the corner, and Scott mentioned something about Ryan eating six cookies and the kind of person who does such a thing.

He also told the hostess all about Ryan. I think she was traumatized because we had to wait for a table.

This was me waiting. The chair was giant, and I felt like Lily Tomlin.

By the time we got back to the hotel room it was after ten-thirty and still light outside. Our times are totally thrown off. Tombstone was on the TV when we got in.

Scott’s never seen it. I know. It’s a crime. And he seemed a little scared when I told him, “I’m coming after you. And I’m bringing hell with me.” After an uncomfortable pause, I explained that was a line from the movie.

We’re heading to Red Lodge, Montana tomorrow, where we’ll do all the necessary preparations for riding Beartooth Pass. There aren’t really any preparations other than visiting another HD store and looking for a Cracker Barrel.

See you tomorrow!

Leah and Scott

 

#HOGWild17: Day 10 – Glacier National Park

Day 10!

And boy was it incredible!

Since it’s my day to do the blog, I’d like to go back and correct Scott’s post from yesterday where he said I’d wait for real food right outside of Great Falls. What actually happened was that Zippy McImpatient hopped on the bike and hauled out of town because he was ready to get on the road, and then he was ready to eat shortly after. But alas, Zippy had missed his chance for a hot meal, and we had to drive 40 miles until we found a Subway. Just to set the record straight.

Now, onto Day 10…

We’re staying in the incredible resort town of Whitefish, Montana. We’re already looking at real estate, because this place is amazing. There’s a view everywhere you look.

Whitefish

For some reason, we went to bed around four o’clock this morning. And for some other unexplainable reason, Scott was awake at eight. I told him to go back to sleep or he had to go outside with the bears. He went back to sleep.

The plan for the day was to go out with our friends, John and Kristen, so they could show us around Whitefish and take us to Glacier National Park. I can’t even put into words how beautiful this area is.

The pictures don’t do it justice, and there was just a point where I stopped taking pictures so I could soak it all in.

Cold Shower

But first, we had to get ready for John and Kristen to pick us up. Which was a lot harder than it should have been. The cabin we’re staying in has technology out the wazoo.

From the lights to the fireplace to the bathtub, shower, and sound system, it’s all programmed on an ipad. The only problem was Scott and I didn’t get the memo about how to work the shower.

It has about sixteen jets, eight choices for light colors, five choices for what kind of massaging the shower heads can perform, and if you stand in just the right position, it does things that are illegal in most southern states.

We got the water and lights turned on, but setting the temperature was a mystery.

I lucked out and managed to take a hot shower yesterday, but by the time Scott got in it was on Max Cold and there was no warming it up.

This morning (more like afternoon because we slept late), we both had the same problem and the water was freezing. We called maintenance, but he seemed just as confused by the technology as we did.

The maintenance man stayed for a while and puttered around a bit, and then I think he left to go have a snack before coming back. While he was gone, I got lucky and turned on the water and it was a hundred and seven degrees.

I yelled at Scott to strip off his clothes and get in the shower. There was no telling how much time we had with the hot water.

He moves pretty fast when he wants to, so we jumped in and started soaping up. I told him to stop crying about how hot it was. Hot is always better than cold. By the time I was shampooed up, the temperature had dropped to a hundred degrees.

I kept yelling at Scott to scrub faster, but the temp was down to ninety. It was every man for himself at this point. I finished up and left him in the shower as the water got even colder. All I remember after that point was a bunch of screaming from inside the shower.

Hot Time

Kristen and John picked us up and listened politely to our shower drama, even though we were running about half an hour behind schedule. And then we headed to Glacier National Park.

I’ve never seen anything like it. I have a few “favorite” places we’ve been to in this country, and this place has moved near the top. It might even take the top spot.

I decided to stake my claim while we were there.

Scott decided to still take pictures with me even though I left him in the frigid shower. He’s a good egg.

Sun Road

We took Going to the Sun Road all the way to the top of Glacier National Park. As awesome as it would have been to take the motorcycle on the road, it also would’ve been a little scary.

Scott is convinced that bears are going to jump out and swipe a paw at him. He says he’s prepared to duck so the bear gets me instead. Anyway, we were grateful for John and Kristen’s car.

The views never got old. 

This is the actual background, you guys. Not a green screen. It’s hard to believe it’s real.

Good Burger / Bad Potty

Once we came back down the mountain, we were pretty hungry, so we headed into town and went to a place called Bulldogs.

The food was delicious. Our advice is to order the stuffed pretzels and stay out of the bathrooms. There’s stuff on the walls in there you don’t want your kids seeing. There are better ways to get an anatomy lesson. But the bacon burger was amazing.

Scott stopped by a table of bikers on our way out and discovered they’d driven all that way from Fort Worth and were heading back the way we’d come.

We Love It

I think the greatness of Whitefish is no longer a secret. Or maybe it never was a secret and we’re just late to the party. But we love it, and I don’t think we’re ready to get back on the road tomorrow.

John and Kristen took us to see their beautiful home, and they get to see those gorgeous mountain views from just about every window in their house.

I got a lot of new ideas for things I want to do to our house when we get back home. I’m sure that excites Scott to no end. But he’s a trooper, and as long as I get it all done and present a finished product to him he’s usually cool with it.

Hopefully, Scott won’t read this and he’ll just be surprised. He loves surprises. Almost as much as he loves hugs.

We enjoyed more conversation, and then we realized it was after nine o’clock. Time is deceptive here since it doesn’t get dark until almost eleven. Scott decided he needed ice cream at this point, so we all went to Dairy Queen and got Blizzards before heading back to our cabin.

Cabin Fever

Now, we’re snuggled in on the sofa, watching Forensic Files, and replaying the day. The sights we saw today just have to be seen in person. There’s nothing like it. You guys should come visit. We might know of a place you can stay if we end up buying property here.

Tomorrow, we’re supposed to head south and prepare to ride Beartooth Scenic Highway. Oh! And we have a couple’s massage scheduled in the morning, so that will be awesome, even though Scott always falls asleep during a deep tissue massage. I don’t know how he does it.

We’ll see y’all tomorrow for Day 11!

Leah and Scott

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#HOGWild17: Day 8 – Great Falls, Montana

Huh?

It’s day 8! I think.

I don’t know what time it was when we got up this morning, but the sun was pretty high up in the sky. it’s all blurry in my memory, but I know I slept like a baby and Scott’s lip was swollen when I woke up. Sometimes these things happen. Also, this is my blog post so I can retell the day how I want to.

Once we’d prayed, showered, dressed, and taken full advantage of late checkout, we headed to Beartooth Harley-Davidson. I have to say, this might be my favorite HD yet. Before Scott tells you I “shopped” again, I’ll confess that I bought a couple of shirts. But so did he, so I’m not taking the heat all by myself!

 

Bears Everywhere

Beartooth HD was filled with bears. Scott was scared of the big one and wouldn’t stand too close.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shopping at HD was pretty taxing, and since it was past lunchtime at this point, we mosied down the street to the Cracker Barrel. Yes, the same Cracker Barrel we ate at last night. There’s only two in the whole state of Montana, so we wanted to take advantage.

Stay Golden

I saw this sexy man on my way into the Cracker Barrel and he bought me a meatloaf lunch, so I’d say I started the day off “winning.” Also, I’m digging the cut-off shirt. It reminds me of The Outsiders. What do you think?

The meatloaf really was delicious.

Montana is really big. And really hot. Like…super hot. We left Texas thinking we’d come north and spend a cool month of July cruising the highways. Well…we’re cruising. But today it was 106 degrees, so we haven’t experienced cool yet. Montana is gorgeous. And the roads are long. There are stretches of hundreds of miles with nothing but highway and hay bales.

But there’s a reason they call it Big Sky. Pictures don’t do it justice.

Road Life

Also, the wind was brutal. At one of our gas station stops to refuel and guzzle some water, Scott had to hold down my hair so we could take a selfie. It didn’t work.

I think motorcycle living has changed us. We’re not sure what day it is or where we are most of the time. Scott and his jeans are one with the road, and my headbands are covering growing gray roots. Our bodies are patchwork quilts of various and unusual tan lines. But the journey has been incredible as we approach the middle half of our trip.

We got to Great Falls, Montana late in the afternoon and were greeted with this beautiful sight.

By the time we got to the hotel, we were hot and thirsty. I think Scott is planning something nefarious in this picture. We talked about putting on our swimsuits and getting into the pool to cool off, but we ended up facetiming the kids. Then Scott decided to work out because he’s an overachiever, and I decided to lay on the bed in my underwear and eat Bugles because I’m on vacation.

NightLife

We eventually drummed up enough energy to head to dinner. The lady at the front desk recommended a place called Jakers Bar & Grill. It was delicious. And I could’ve eaten a dozen of their rolls by myself.

This is what greeted us on the way back to the hotel.

The entire day can be summed up in one word…gorgeous. This country is so beautiful, and we’re so blessed to see God’s creation and meet some incredible people who are on journeys of their own.

Tomorrow we’re heading to Whitefish to stay for a couple of days and rest up, and also meet with our friends John and Kristen. We’re looking forward to beautiful scenery and great company.

See you tomorrow!

Leah and Scott

#HOGWild17 – Day 6 – Deadwood, South Dakota

Let’s Start

Day 6! I don’t even know where to start.

Seriously…the beginning of the day feels like a million years ago. Some of us slept like a baby last night in Rapid City, South Dakota. And by some of us, I mean Scott Silverii.

I finally dozed off sometime around two-thirty after going over our schedule again and playing three hundred and thirty-two rounds of Cascade on my iPhone. I think I was just at the point where I was so exhausted that I couldn’t shut things off.

And then the sun came up, and some of us woke up a good half hour before the alarm was set to go off. “Some of us” once again refers to Scott, and boy, was he bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. From this point forward, Scott will be referred to as BEBT.

Custer

We did manage to get out of the hotel a good bit before noon today, and we headed to Custer State Park. The temperature was at least twenty degrees cooler than yesterday, so it felt amazing outside.

We took the Wildlife Loop around the park, and BEBT found himself face to face with his spirit animal. You guys know how much that man loves a donkey.

It’s hard to put into words how beautiful this part of the country is. I can’t count how many times the word “wow” came out of our mouths. And the roads are fantastic for driving.

Crazy Horse

We left the Wildlife Loop, getting to see numerous donkeys, buffalo, and deer, and headed to Crazy Horse, which was just down the road. You can see Crazy Horse (whose original name was apparently Curly) behind me and BEBT in the picture.

We were starving by this point, so we mosied on over to Laughing Fountain Cafe, where I “think” I had spaghetti and BEBT had chicken strips. I tried to get BEBT to stop in Custer for the #1 rated burger in the Black Hills, but he was excited to see Crazy Horse and missed the opportunity.

We decided they’ve got a lot of work left to do before they finish this thing, but there are plenty of smaller versions all over the place that they were able to make real quick. Like this one.

We were detained for a few minutes at Crazy Horse because of a random thunderstorm, complete with hail. It was weird. And it was over almost before it began, but it got the bike wet, so we were finally able to use the chamois I packed in the emergency bag.

Four Faces

Once we left Crazy Horse, it was time for the Big Deal. BEBT has wanted to see Mount Rushmore since he was a kid. And he was as excited as a kid the closer we got to seeing it.

Black Hills National Park doesn’t disappoint. Every corner we turned revealed jutting black stones, towering pines, and crystal clear lakes. It was majestic and surreal, and I told Scott there was a point as we were climbing the mountain on the motorcycle where tears pricked my eyes. God’s creation is an absolute masterpiece.

And I loved getting to experience Scott’s excitement for realizing a childhood dream. It was such a cool experience. When we prayed this morning, Scott thanked God for the blessings we’ve been given to get to experience things like this, and that we’ve been given the time to grow closer to Him and closer to each other. We don’t take these experiences for granted, and we’re eternally grateful.

Ice Cream Buddies

Scott was also excited to learn that Thomas Jefferson made the first ice cream recipe. I didn’t get to read the recipe because I was too distracted by the handsome man in the picture.

We also stopped and talked with an older couple who were enjoying the shade and a park bench. The woman shared she’d been divorced for twenty years and the man next to her had been divorced for twenty-five years when they’d met, and that both of them had determined they’d never marry again.

Scott was able to share his story with them since he’d also been divorced and single for twenty years before the two of us met and married. They were a sweet couple and we shared some laughs as the man shared what he’d learned about marriage. They recently celebrated their seventeenth wedding anniversary.

Harley Hopping

After we left Mount Rushmore we made a stop at Black Hills Harley-Davidson. This is the fourth HD shopping trip we’ve made along the way. I’m not sure how we’re getting it all on the bike, but I think we’re going to have to find a post office soon and start shipping things home. It also started warming up about this time. Scott said I was looking a little dehydrated.

We left Black Hills HD and went to Sturgis. Because you can’t come to this part of the country and not make a stop in Sturgis. I love seeing all the bikes parked at the businesses and passing us on the highway. Of course, Sturgis also has a HD store. We went in. You know the rest.

BEBT likes to tell the other bikers that I like to shop in every store we come to, which is true. But I’d like it known for the record that I’m not the only one who likes to shop. See the evidence in the photograph below. These are just a few pieces of his “booty” from today.

New Novel

By this point, we were pretty spent. We covered a lot of territory today and saw everything that was on our list of “must sees.” So we got back on the bike and headed to Deadwood. Which I’m pretty sure is going to be the setting of a new novel. It’s a really cool town.

We’ll be up again tomorrow (this time when the alarm goes off), and hitting the road again for Day 7. We’re not a hundred percent sure where we’re going yet. We’re still trying to decide whether we want to head into North Dakota or into Wyoming so we can see Devil’s Tower.

That’s part of the fun! We’ll figure it out later.

See you tomorrow,

Leah and Scott

#HOGWild17: Day 4 – Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Happy Independence Day!

Whew! We got a super late start to the day due to the fact that Day 3 wore us out. I tried to wake Scott up in time to see the sunrise, but he grumbled something impolite and rolled back over. In a show of solidarity, I went back to sleep too.

My favorite times with Scott are just after we go to bed, and when we wake up in the mornings. This is when we talk about anything and everything. It might take twenty minutes or it might take hours.

There has been many a night when we’ve fallen asleep mid-sentence just before the sun is about to rise. All I know is that by the time we got out of bed this morning, it was noon. And by the time we showered and managed to drag our tired selves down to the bike, it was after one. Thank goodness for late checkout.

Since it’s July 4th, we dressed appropriately in our America shirts. I also accessorized with a red bedazzled headband and my favorite red lipstick.

Hangry

Now, those of you who have followed us for a few years know that I need to be fed at regular intervals. I get what’s universally known as “hangry.” Did I mention we were in Iowa and there’s not a whole lot going on for long stretches of time?

Fortunately, Scott had to stop for gas, and I think the Lord must have told him where to exit off the highway because there was an Arby’s right next door. When Scott prayed for us to have a safe day of travels during our morning prayer time, God understood it wasn’t just the motorcycle ride we needed safety for.

With full bellies, we begrudgingly left the air-conditioned restaurant and back out into the heat. Now, we’re from Texas, so this isn’t really “heat,” but the heat still works on you after you’re on the bike for a while. After pushing an all day ride yesterday, we made a smart choice in making the one today quite a bit shorter.

The Border

Before we knew it, we’d crossed the border from Iowa into South Dakota and were met with rolling hills, endless green fields, and blue skies. We listened to Johnny Cash, and I got four new book ideas sitting on the back of the bike and watching the clouds go by.

Something else we found particularly exciting about South Dakota was the speed limit. We finally found one that kept up with our normal speed.

Our final destination for the day was Sioux Falls, South Dakota. The motorcycle alerted us that there was a Harley Davidson in Sioux Falls, so we pushed the button for the navigator to lead us in that direction. We also saw a billboard for Duluth Trading Company, which has a local store. You guys know we love Duluth. Scott particularly enjoys their Rooster Booster tagline for their men’s underwear.

Closed 4 Fourth

Unfortunately, the HD store and Duluth were closed for the holiday, so we’ll make a stop at both stores tomorrow before we head out. With nowhere left to go, we headed to the Springhill Suites (Yay for Marriott points!) to get settled for the evening.

I’d already been thinking about dinner at this point (see my previous statement about being fed at regular intervals), and I saw a Johnny Carino’s billboard. Italian food sounded like just the thing to hit the spot. The only trick was whether or not Scott would want to get back on the bike to go eat.

Things didn’t seem too promising when the first thing the did when we got in the room was take off his pants and lay down on the bed. In a show of solidarity, I did the same. It was hot after all. And after a short rest and Facebooking, the subject of dinner came up.

By some miracle, our legs managed to find our pant holes and we headed out to Johnny Carino’s. It was delicious. We’re still full.

This is the look of a satisfied man.

Kick Back

We’re back at the hotel, the road grime showered from our bodies, and we’re watching a special about the eighties on the TV. Tomorrow we’re heading to the Badlands, which we’ve decided sounds dangerous and intimidating.

Do we have to fight our way out? Do I need to buy brass knuckles at the Harley Davidson store? We’ll report back tomorrow in Day 5’s report.

But for now, have a safe and happy 4th of July! Scott and I are so blessed to get to see so much of this beautiful country, and at every turn we’re witnesses to God’s magnificent creation.

God bless and we’ll see you tomorrow!

Leah and Scott

 

 

 

 

 

#HOGWild17: Day 2 – Eureka Springs, Arkansas

Wow! What an incredible day 2 of our adventure.

Sleepy Heads vs. Motor Heads

I thought for sure when our heads hit the pillow last night that we’d be dead to the world for a good while. But I rolled over and looked at the clock at 6:17am and knew I wasn’t going back to sleep. Scott was still snoozing, so I grabbed my phone and sat in the tub with the shower running while I did my morning prayer time and bible reading.

Scott eventually woke up (3 hours later) and we spent a lazy Sunday morning together, eventually getting our church on with the Live Broadcast at Gateway Church. Jimmy Evans is doing a 5 week series on defeating the enemy, and he’s one of our favorite pastors. But we lost connection somewhere along the way, so only got to listen to half the message. We haven’t had great wifi luck in Arkansas, but we’ll finish it at some point. And thank goodness for late checkout at the Marriott, because we have yet to get on the bike before noon.

More Road Show Video!

The weather was gorgeous as we left Fort Smith and headed toward the infamous Pig Trail Scenic Byway along AR-23.

Scott and I have bluetooth in our helmets so we can talk to each other, and we had a lengthy discussion on why it’s called Pig Trail, and why anyone would purposefully build roads that look like scribbles on a notepad when they could be perfectly straight. Scott gave an excellent explanation as to the why. I guess that’s why he’s a doctor.

There’s a scenic view about halfway through the trail so we pulled over for a photo op. It was also a good place to stop and stretch. My behind was starting to feel the ride at this point.

Fashion vs. Function

When we got back on the bike, I had the opportunity to take this photo with my new Chanel Wallet on Chain, which I’ve decided is the perfect handbag for biker ladies, and clearly they need to market it as such.

Pig Trail was a fun ride, and we followed AR-23 all the way to Eureka Springs, where we decided to stay for the night. Eureka Springs is a super cool town. They have a population of just over 2,000 people, and more than eighty restaurants. I’ll let that sink in for a second.

Gorgeous Town

What’s been fun for me (since I’m new to the motorcycle world) is that this is a heavily populated motorcycle town. The hotels and restaurants are all biker friendly, and it’s such a great community of people. I’ve enjoyed talking to random riders at stores and restaurants. Everyone is on a journey, and it’s so cool to listen to their stories.

We’ve bunked for the night at a place called The Lodge. It’s owned by a very nice husband and wife who live here on the property and do everything themselves. The whole place is a throwback in time, with real keys that open the doors and old school phones with a cord in the room. They made it very homey for us, even setting out wine glasses and an ice bucket for our stay. Plus our room has a jacuzzi, which was perfect for soaking after riding.

After a little down time in the room, we got back on the bike and decided to do some exploring. This place is a biker’s dream as far as the roads go. There are twists and turns, different elevations, the roads are canopied by towering trees, and creek waters rush over rocks beneath the bridges. The town is quaint and surprisingly sprawling, considering the size of the population.

Big Jesus

One of the winding roads led us to Passion Play Road, which is a replica of a Jerusalem marketplace. They do a Holy Land Tour as well as perform The Great Passion Play. There’s also a 67 foot statue of Christ of the Ozarks, which we had to stop and take a picture in front of. Thank goodness Scott brought the tripod and remote for the camera. He’s always thinking ahead!

We explored the town a little longer, not bothering to look at a map, and we eventually stopped for dinner at a place called Myrtie May’s. They’re famous for their fried chicken, so that’s what I got. Scott ordered a club sandwich for some reason. The fried chicken was delicious. He missed out.

Fried Chicken Brings Rain

A few minutes before we paid the check we heard the first rumble of thunder. We double-timed it out to the bike while the temperature dropped and the wind picked up. Lightning flashed and droplets of rain fell sparsely, but it was only a matter of time before the skies opened. We made it back to The Lodge just in time, and now we’re cozied up in the room listening to the thunder and the rainfall.

It’s been a great day for adventure and romance.

Until tomorrow!

Leah and Scott