With Tigger already fixed up (actually I snuck back to San Ramon over the weekend to pick up my bike from the dealership before heading back for all that fun in the sky in Fresno), I headed out on my own again for a couple of days. Mike and Kati were heading to Lake Powell the most direct route and I wanted to head over the Sierras.
Mike's expertise of everything California became obvious to me within the first couple of hundred miles as I managed to fill up at the most expensive gas station around. Not to mention I had to pay attention to the GPS again.
Sonora Pass was closed the previous week from the winter still, so I was looking forward to taking a new pass over the mountains. It was nice to have Tigger in tip top shape again and fresh rubber on the rear. The previous tire had kept me company for 18,000km's (11,250 miles), and still had some miles left on it. I'm really liking the Heidenau K60's. The front has over 33,000km's (20,625 miles) at this point and I expect it to last to 50,000km's (or about 30,000 miles). As long as you don't need to do a tire change on the road, these things are fantastic.

Sonora Pass did not disappoint. No vehicles to speak of and as twisty as anything I've ridden in California. Just a blast.

I really can not get enough of the Sierras.

I ended up camping at Twin Lakes for the night. Beautiful spot with the snow capped mountains acting as a backdrop. As I was setting up my tent, I caught something moving out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to see a deer walking past not 10 feet from me.

The next day started out by taking my breath away, on more than one occasion actually and for different reasons. It turned out to be a really long day, mostly on account of my own stupidity.
After stopping to stare at that scene above for far too long, I continued south along to 395. Of course I just had to turn into Mammoth Lakes when I saw the sign. Y'all know what's in Mammoth Lakes right? Shat's Bakkery of course. Lots of chocolates, mouthwatering sandwiches...you know the place.

They even give you a cookie with your sandwich. Need I say more?

Much nicer backdrop for the second half of that sandwich.

So Mike had mentioned the Bristlecone Pines during a conversation. Some of these trees are 5000 years old. When I saw the sign, I just had to pull in and take a look.

It was eerily quiet here, I can only describe it as a sound-proof room, only it's outdoors and the views are stunning.

One of the most unique places I've ever visited.

I saw one person on the trial the entire time.

So before I left on this little hike, I checked out the sign in the parking lot. It indicated that this hike is pretty strenuous and that it's about an hour long. So I thought nothing of it and took off in my motorcycle pants, moto boots and a t-shirt with camera in hand (for my 1 hr hike). Had I read the rest of the sign clearly I would have caught that the big loop is actually a few hours to hike. So I found myself out there for about 3 hours wondering if I was heading back or heading away on this trail. Not a soul in sight, me with no water, no shade from the sun (have I mentioned it was a beautiful sunny and hot day?), oh and I was at about 10,000 feet. I also didn't bring my phone - so no way to tell the time and no compass. Just me and Stupid along for a hike.
The path was full of switchbacks and elevation changes that are not for the faint of heart. I considered turning around and heading back the way I came but really didn't relish the thought of having to climb all those hills again. Luckily enough, and perhaps by design for dumb-a$$es like me, they built the trail in a loop. So after another half hour, my blistered feet and I found ourselves back at the parking lot downing pretty much all the water I found on the bike. After a brief rest I hit the road again. I didn't intend on spending so much time here and because I was meeting Mike and Kati at Lake Powell the following day, I still had a long way to go today. A quick stop for dinner in Vegas, I finally pulled into a Casino & Hotel in Mesquite AZ by around 9pm. Completely exhausted from my 14 hour day. Had one of those funny but sad chuckles walking to my room. My room was 3 wings over from the lobby and 57 rooms down the hall(s). "Of course" I thought. I've been in smaller airports than this.