Having to sign a waiver form before entering an old dilapidated tunnel makes you think twice. While this tunnel on the Iron Horse trail does have a lot of fallen rocks and debris it was nothing a good bike lamp couldn’t handle. Don’t want to think about what “could” have happened…
A white moon painted on red rock, found in an old pueblo indian dwelling in southern Utah.
The dwelling resides in a canyon 8 miles from the nearest paved road and is really hard to find since it is not advertised anywhere.
Even the locals do on occasion deny its existence.
Motorcycle with studded tires parked on ice, with the word “motorcycle” seen through the transparent ice.
It is clear that I parked in a motorcycle parking spot.
However the other people visiting Mt Rainier’s Paradise were bewildered about a motorcycle on ice.
If it isn’t obvious, the title is a play on the words icicle and motorcycle.
Overlooking the main square of the mountain village of Machu Picchu, Peru.
Kay observed that the stone buildings were reminiscent of an old Irish fishing village, and I had to concur. This led us to the, slightly irreverent, theory that the Irish actually populated the area thousands of years before the Incas, and definitely before the Spanish arrived.
A wooden bridge, with a small car passing precariously over it.
The picture is from southern Argentina, in the countryside of Tierra del Fuego.
Kay and I visited the southernmost point before Antarctica. We did our exploration in a small Glacier tinted car – very suitable.
Kay took the picture while I guided our iceberg across it.
It wasn’t too bad, just unexpected.