Here I am in Colorado in 1979. Even at the age of 29 the mobile life had a call on me.

Here I am in Montana in 1979. Even at the age of 24 the mobile life had a call on me. Unfortunately, all these photos are scans of 36 year old photographs, so they aren’t the best.

In my last post I recommended photography as a great hobby for vandwellers; today’s post is a perfect example of why. These photos are 36 years old, and yet when I look at them now those experiences coming flooding back to me like it was just this morning. I’m very grateful I was carrying my camera and somehow managed to hang onto these photos through all the decades since then. Highly recommended!
My life has a strange, round-about trajectory. When I was a young man I was pretty adventurous doing numerous trips that were way out of the typical American comfort zone. But like so many others,  that all ended when I got married and had kids.  I bought into the American Dream hook, line and sinker and did everything I was told. I bought a house, got a job I worked at for the rest of my life and got rid of all the adventure, fun and joy in my life. That was my story for the next 30 years until a divorce forced me into vandwelling and the death-grip that traditional life had over me was broken. When the scales fell from eyes I could finally see that most of what society had told me was a giant lie so I started thinking for myself and living for my own happiness and not as a cog in a machine or an a bee in a hive.
Fortunately, even in my younger days I loved photography and mostly by luck I have some photographs of some of my early adventures.  Today I want to share photos from one of the best times of my life. First let me give you some background.

This is a map roughly showing the route I took. It was about 1 1/2 months from the end of August till the beginning of October. After 36 years my memory is fuzzy on a lot of the details. I also couldn’t get Google maps to cooperate so it’s not exactly right.

I grew up in Anchorage, AK and at one time I drove a school bus for 5 years. If you think about it, that’s a great job because it gives you your summers off and in Alaska, the summers are glorious! But, you must live very cheaply, so even 36 years ago at the age 24, I intuitively knew that cheap living with part-time work was my best way of life. One summer I got a job as a Tour Bus Driver in a very remote Eskimo Village called Kotzebue. It was north of the Arctic Circle on the Arctic Ocean and the only way in or out was by barge or air. I remember that summer as one of the best times of my life because at that time the local Eskimos lived very traditional lives of hunting and fishing. I believe that spending that much time with authentic people who followed a traditional hunter-gatherer life had a tremendous impact on who I am today. This wasn’t a lesson out of a dusty book, it was living, breathing people who were living a way I admired and wanted to emulate. To this very day, I consider the hunter-gatherer tribe to be the best model for a good life.
Here I am in Glacier National Park, back when it still had glaciers!

The photos will be chronological with the trip. Here I am in Glacier National Park, back when it still had glaciers! You’ll have to forgive the quality of the scans of these old photos.

The best thing about the job was the tips; they were very good!! The next best thing was that I was given a place to live and one meal a day at the local hotel, consequently, I was able to save a lot of money. In September, at the end of the season I had to decide what to do next, and since I was young and fancy-free, I decided to take that money and give myself the gift of travel. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life so I decided to travel and see if anyplace grabbed me and maybe I would know that was where I was supposed to be.
Back then I knew nothing about boondcking on public Land, so I stayede mostly in campgrounds, although many were free or very cheap. This oe was in Ashley NF in Montana. I tent camped the entire trip which was fine with me, I was young and had done a lot of backpacking.

Back then I knew nothing about boondcking on Public Land, so I stayed mostly in campgrounds, although many were free or very cheap. This one was in Ashley NF in Montana. I tent camped the entire trip which was fine, I was young and had done a lot of backpacking so it was normal for me.

I had already fallen in love with motorcycle touring and had taken one very long cross-country trip across the Lower 48 so I knew I wanted to do that again. I already knew Alaska very well, but the rest of the country I didn’t know at all. So with a pocket full of cash from the summer I flew down to Seattle and brought a brand new Suzuki GS850 motorcycle and had them turn into a full-dresser with a full Vetter fairing, Bates saddlebags, luggage rack and tank bag. Since I had lived in Alaska all my life I hadn’t seen any of the National Parks in the Lower 48, so on this trip I set out to see as many of them as I could in the Western States before it got too cold.
September is winter at high elevations up north so I ran into snow numerous times. This was in Glacier NP.

September is winter at high elevations up north so I ran into snow numerous times. This was in Glacier NP. It was very cold! In fact being cold became very normal for me on the whole trip, especially on the ride up the Alcan to Alaska in October!

Why a motorcycle, after all, winter was on it’s way? Quite simply, just for the sheer joy of riding! To me, there is so much absolute pleasure in riding, and especially riding long distance, that it’s worth the massive amount of problems that come with it. In fact I love it so much that after I retired in 2006 I gave serious thought to moving into a big touring motorcycle like a Gold Wing towing a trailer and live on it instead of in a van. But to be honest, at this point in my life comfort is more important than the thrill of riding so it wasn’t going to happen. Just as important, I couldn’t have a dog and that simply wasn’t an option, I’d rather have the companionship of a dog than the fun.
First, I rode across Washington and Idaho to Glacier National Park and then headed south  to Custer Battlefield National Monument which was a strangely moving experience for me. I got there very late in the day just before closing and they let me go through so I had the place all to myself. I could almost feel the ghosts stirring on that sacred land. I think my experience that summer living closely with Alaska Natives primed me for the experience. From there I went as far east as Devils Tower National Monument
Devil's Tower in  Montana.

Devil’s Tower in Montana.

Being from Alaska, I love the mountains and being on a motorcycle I loved riding their windy, curvy roads even more! So next I headed down the spine of the Rockies hitting National Parks along the way. The first one I came to was Yellowstone NP, but because it was late in the year and I was coming in from the north the pass I was riding over was snowed in so I had to turn around and go back.
I was turned away from Yellowstone by snow on my first attempt to get into it.

I was turned away from Yellowstone by snow on my first attempt to get into it.

That was actually a blessing in disguise because it forced me to enter Yellowstone from Cody, Wyoming, which I loved! I’ve always been a fan of Native American life and the Mountain Men and there were many museums and monuments to them that I was very excited to see.
Back in 1979 Cody, Wyoming was full of museums to the Mountain Men and Native Americans. I loved that place!

Back in 1979 Cody, Wyoming was full of museums to the Mountain Men and Native Americans. I loved that place! I also liked that it was warmer!

This was a monument to the Mountain Men of olde times.

This was a monument to the Mountain Men of olde times.

I spent about a week in Yellowstone and ran into another guy on  a full-dress BMW and we rode and camped  together for a few days. One day we actually switched bikes and I rode his BMW and he rode my Suzuki. I liked the BMW but it had nowhere near the power of my Suzuki. One thing you’ve got to say about big Japanese motorcycles is they have an abundance of power! You roll that throttle on and things happen fast and in a big way! You’ve got to be careful or it will be too fast and too big! The BMW was smooth and quiet but it would never give me as much of a thrill. It’s a tortoise and hare situation.
Here I am camping with my new biker friend. You can barely see his BMW on the left.

Here I am camping with my new biker friend. You can barely see his BMW on the left. You can’t mistake that opposed twin, boxer engine! 

This post is long enough so I’m going to quit now and I’ll start up where I left off in my next post. My hope for you is that your life is full of treasured experiences and memories.

It’s not he who dies with the most toys who wins…

it’s he who dies with the most memories!!