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title: "Trip report: Partial Utah Backcountry Discovery Route (UTBDR)"
date: 2019-07-09
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This year for my July 4th ride I decided to do a big chunk of the [Utah
Backcountry Discovery Route (UTBDR)](
https://ridebdr.com/utbdr/), a mostly
offroad route that extends from Monument Valley up to the Idaho border. In
preparation for this trip I replaced my rear tire with a new D606, and I took
it easy for a week to help break in the new tire. I knew I didn't have time for
the full UTBDR so I decided to ride what I could and head back in time for work
on Monday, which gave me 7 full days (Monday - Sunday).
image:0_route.png[Utah Backcountry Discovery Route]
# Day 1: East Palo Alto to Phoenix
image:IMG_1343.jpg[July 4th socks]
image:IMG_1344.jpg[The bike before the trip]
The plan was to leave at 6am and get to Phoenix by 6pm, but I ended up leaving
at Noon. I was making good time on I-5, and just before Santa Clarita Google
Maps suggested I take route 138 through Lancaster to save half an hour, but
this detour ended up being the worst part of the trip. It's a 2 lane undivided
highway with big oncoming trucks driving very fast. Something felt a bit off
with my bike's handling.. The back tire felt squirrelly and would drift
sideways, almost like it was going flat. One of the trucks blasted past me and
the air pressure was so strong my nose immediately started running. Also a lot
of these trucks were carrying loads of hay, so they shot clouds of sharp hay
particles at any exposed skin.
When I stopped at Littlerock to get gas I happened to look at my back tire and
noticed several knobs had been ripped off.
image:IMG_1347.jpg[Missing knobs on my tire, hmm]
I texted Kevin in Phoenix and told him I would be even more delayed. Google
maps said there was a Cycle Gear open til 7pm in Victorville which was about 30
minutes away. I called and they said the only 17" rear tire they had in stock
was another D606 (d'oh!). I asked them to hold it for me and carefully rode
over to Victorville, bought the tire, and installed it in the parking lot. The
girl at Cycle Gear said that she had never seen a D606 shred knobs like this. I
took it easy for the first 150 miles or so to help break in the new tire. I
noticed my right heel was stinging a little bit, probably from a blister.
image:IMG_1361.jpg[Replacing the shredded tire]
I also noticed that my chain master link clip had fallen off, and I had
accidentally brought a crimp-style master link instead of a clip-style, whoops.
image:IMG_1363.jpg[Missing chain clip]
image:IMG_1366.jpg[Safety wire until I can get a replacement clip]
At this point I should point out that I don't normally carry a tire pressure
gauge. I usually judge my tire pressure based on feel as I'm pumping them up
and I aim for 20psi or so, and I've been riding D606s front and rear for 10
months or so including some long trips with mixed asphalt and dirt with no
problems.
My next break was at Chiriaco Summit. I got gas and a sandwich, and as I was
eating I noticed a guy with an old DR650 sitting in the corner of the parking
lot. We started chatting and he said that his bike was a 1991 DR650 with 6000
miles on it that he bought a month ago for $1200. He said that he has trouble
with the compression release when he's kick-starting it (I have the same
problem with my 1991 DR350), and he said he works at the Chuckwalla Valley
Raceway near Desert Center and he invited me to come check it out next time I'm
in the area. He said that he had never ridden with anybody on the highway
before, so we exchanged numbers and decided to ride together for the 20 miles
until Desert Center. By this time my heel was stinging pretty bad so I asked
him to wait a minute while I put a bandaid on. I pulled my sock off expecting a
raw bloody mess, but the skin looked totally fine, and I felt a bit silly
asking him to wait while I put a bandaid on nothing.
image:IMG_1380.jpg[Riding with John]
Next gas stop was at Salome AZ. As I walked out of the gas station I saw 3 cars
in a row with their hoods up. I was standing by my bike resting and one of the
drivers came over to me and asked if I knew about "security locks". I told him
that I don't, but I offered to help. His Mazda 5 had power, but it would refuse
to crank, and a little security icon would blink on his dashboard. He said it
was working fine, and he had gone in to wash his hands and his key had gotten
wet. A bit of Googling and looking through his manual, and the most likely
problem was that the security transmitter in his key was broken. We used the
tools that I had with me to try to get it to start. He had previously been an
auto mechanic so he suggested we apply 12V directly to the starter relay while
the key was turned. Unfortunately that didn't work, I suppose because the
anti-theft lockout mechanism is able to override that.
The second car with its hood up could turn over but wouldn't start, and it was
getting a jump from the 3rd car beside it. The driver mentioned that it had sat
for a while without being driven, and I suggested that it might be worthwhile
to try putting some new premium gas in it, because that had solved a similar
problem I had years ago with a car that had sat for months without being
driven. They couldn't get the car into neutral to push it over to the pumps and
the gas station didn't have Jerry cans for sale (what the heck?), so I managed
to borrow a Jerry can from someone else at the gas station and we used it to
put some premium gas into the car. In the end it didn't end up fixing his
problem, but I was glad that I tried to help out. I normally have pretty bad
social anxiety but when I'm on these trips I get a lot more outgoing and
friendly with strangers.
At this point my right heel was stinging pretty bad, and I bought some more
bandaids and added them to the existing stack. The blister had gotten pretty
gnarly and I wasn't looking forward to the next few days of riding..
image:IMG_1386.jpg[See John that's what the bandaid was for]
I got into Phoenix just before 5am and went straight to Kevin and Jess's new
place. Once I was off the highway I noticed the bike felt a bit squirrelly on
the surface streets, especially right turns at intersections. When I got to
their place Kevin said that he had been following my realtime progress on
Google Maps for the last hour or so.
# Day 2: Phoenix to Flagstaff
Had breakfast with Kevin and Jess at a mexican place in Chandler. We smoked
some "Lemon Faderade" beforehand so it was a very giggly meal. Then we played
charades at their place.
image:IMG_1391.jpg[Cheese]
image:IMG_1405.jpg
They were leaving at 2pm to drive to Huntington Beach for a few days and watch
the July 4th fireworks, so we said our goodbyes. As soon as they were gone, I
happened to check my rear tire and noticed that it was missing 8 knobs (even
worse than the day before!). At this point it was around 2pm and super hot in
Phoenix. I rode to a smaller repair shop but they said they didn't have 17"
rear tires. I'm starting to think I should rebuild my rear tire to be 18"
diameter to make it easier to buy tires. I bought a pressure gauge from them
and recorded the tire pressure: 17psi, a bit lower than I expected but
basically in the ballpark. I guess I've been a bit lazy when pumping up my
tires.
image:IMG_1407.jpg[Hey, just like yesterday]
image:IMG_1416.jpg[17psi]
I rode to another Cycle Gear and explained my situation. They said the same
thing as the shop in Victorville: they've never seen D606s shred like this, and
lots of people take these tires on long highway trips. The manager said I
should aim for 30psi for long highway segments, and that was probably what was
causing it. At this point I was hoping to just switch to any other tire for the
rest of the trip, but once again the only 17" rear tire they had was a D606.
> Fool me once shame on you.
> Fool me twice shame on me.
> Fool me three times shame on me.
The managed offered to mount the new tire for free, and normally I like to do
my own bike maintenance but it was so hot at this point that I was glad to
avoid the work.
image:IMG_1421.jpg
image:IMG_1423.jpg[Bought a clip for my chain]
I had to take a call with an overseas vendor so I found a starbucks to cool
down and use wifi. By the time I was done it was already 8pm or so. I rode to
Flagstaff AZ, and got very cold in the mountain pass just south of town. Yelp
said there was a Jimmy John's that was open til 3am, but by the time I got
there just after midnight they were just closing up shop. I considered waiting
in the McDonalds drive-thru line across the street, but I decided to go find a
hotel and order Uber Eats. I got a room at The L Motel, and even though it
showed several places available for food delivery, once I got to the checkout
screen Uber Eats would only display "Sorry, this service is not available". I
guess there were no active drivers, although I think the app should have showed
me that to begin with dangit. I ate some trail mix and fell asleep.
# Day 3: Flagstaff to Manti-La Sal National Forest
Woke up, ate Jimmy John's.
image:IMG_1428.jpg
Rode towards monument valley. Filled my water bottles up at a gas station in
Tonalea AZ (my Nalgene and 6L MSR dromedary bag). This water becomes important
later.
image:IMG_1430.jpg
Got to Bluff UT, got gas, and started the first dirt section of the UTBDR. Nice
well-graded dirt road with some small bumpy sections, riding through small
secluded canyons. So far I'm really liking the UTBDR. Google Maps keeps
forgetting the GPS tracks that I've imported, but luckily I also loaded the GPX
tracks in an app called [Open GPX Tracker](
http://github.com/merlos/iOS-Open-GPX-Tracker)
that works great. Some small water crossings here. I set up camp at a beautiful
spot in Manti-La Sal National Forest at (37.6590,-109.7096).
image:IMG_1453.jpg
This is the first trip that I've only taken a magnesium fire striker as a fire
starter. I was hoping to be able to strike sparks onto my MSR Whisperlite
International gasoline stove and have it ignite, but I'm striking with the weak
metal handle of my spoon and the sparks aren't really spraying far enough to
ignite the stove. I carve some pieces of magnesium into a small pile with some
bits of wood on top, but that doesn't work either. Finally I get a flame by
taking a thin stick dipped in gasoline and holding it up to the striker as I
scrape it with the nail file on my Leatherman micro pocket tool.
image:IMG_1463.jpg
image:IMG_1465.jpg
image:IMG_1470.jpg[Lentils and beans for dinner]
image:IMG_1481.jpg[Oatmeal with trailmix for breakfast]
# Day 4: Manti-La Sal National Forest to Moab
Woke up nice and early. My blister had matured overnight into a real doozy that
made it hard to wear my right boot. I took inspiration from
[Joe Motocross](
http://advrider.com/f/members/joe-motocross.58884/) and used my
boot sole and a Voile strap as a basic sandal.
image:IMG_1472.jpg
image:IMG_1474.jpg
At this point I had probably 4L of water still from the day before. This
section of the UTBDR was absolutely stunning. Up and down and along the sides
of mountains with huge views stretching out everywhere.
image:IMG_1492.jpg
Riding a long steep downhill on the side of a steep hill I came across a mama
deer and two baby deer in front of me. I turned off my engine to avoid scaring
them, but they just stood there staring at me and eventually I would have to
get past them. After she lost our staring contest mama deer herded the kids in
front of her and they all started trotting downhill to get away from me so I
coasted downhill a little ways behind them. After a minute the two baby deer
were ahead of her down the road, and suddenly she saw an opportunity to jump up
the slope into the brush on the left. Oh crap, now the baby deer are still
running downhill, mama deer is long gone, and I'm coasting behind them hoping
someone will come up with a plan. Finally after way too long, the cliff face on
the left of the road becomes less steep, and the two baby deer luckily run off
the same direction their mama had gone. I got a bit of video just before the
baby deer made their escape.
image:IMG_1498.jpg
image:IMG_1499.mp4
More riding up and down and around. I guess I didn't take enough photos of this
part of the trip. I come around a corner and I'm face to face with a mama cow
and two baby calves. Give me a break. This section slopes upward so I need to
keep my engine running as I slowly chase them up the road. Finally the road
opens up a bit so I give her a wide berth and sort of squeeze past them on the
other side of the road.
image:IMG_1500.jpg[Moove]
Got to (37.8143,-109.4867) and found a locked gate. Hmm, the UTBDR FAQ said
there shouldn't be any locked gates. The most recent fork in the road was at
least 20 minutes ago and I didn't want to have to backtrack so early on so I
went around the gate, wondering why it was locked. This bit of road went up and
up to a viewpoint, but it looked like it was currently under construction and
there was a bunch of heavy machinery sitting around. Well it was July 4th so at
least I wouldn't run into any road crews.
On the other side of the summit I saw a snowbank on the road. I tried riding
over it but it was softer than I expected and I got myself stuck. As I tried to
lurch the bike out of its rut I ended up tipping it over into the snow and it
was a pain to get it back up because my boots were sinking into the snow too.
Once I got it back up I discovered that it wouldn't start, probably because it
had sat on its side for a minute and the carburetor was flooded. I also noticed
my tail light had gotten smacked and was hanging on by its wires.
image:IMG_1504.jpg[Stuck]
With sticks to wedge and stones to fill ruts I managed to roll out of the
snowbank, and as I peeked around the next corner I found another enormous
snowbank blocking the road with several more visible farther down the road. Ah,
that's why the gate was locked. There wasn't enough space to pick up momentum
and roll-start the bike, so I decided to deal with the dangling tail light and
give the bike a few minutes to calm down. I tried to strap the light back in
place with zip ties but I guess my zip ties were old and brittle because they
snapped off as I tightened them.
image:IMG_1510.jpg[A big snowbank farther down the hill. Panniers removed from \
bike to lighten me up]
Luckily my small zip ties were strong enough and they did the job. I made a
mental note to replace my zip ties and order the DR350 tail light kit from
Procycle when I got home. I took my gear off my bike to lighten the load so I
wouldn't sink into the snowbanks quite so bad. Once I had the panniers off I
was able to start the bike. I walked ahead carrying my panniers and stamped a
path through the next few snowbanks so I would have a more solid line to ride,
and then I had a much easier time riding over them. The trail went downhill a
bit more until it hit another locked gate, and then the path ended at a paved
road. Looking at the GPX tracks I couldn't really tell how much asphalt there
was before it turned to dirt again and I didn't want to shred my new D606 by
riding below 20psi on asphalt. Of course I also didn't want to pump up my tire
to 30.0psi only to find out that the road turned to dirt around the next
corner. So I opted on the side of laziness and decided to risk the asphalt for
a few minutes, and if the path didn't switch back to a dirt road within 15
minutes or so I would pull over and switch to proper asphalt tire pressures.
image:IMG_1512.jpg[Canyonlands National Park]
This section of road had beautiful views of Canyonlands National Park. I knew
the next section of the BTBDR was called Lockhart Basin and that it was a
tricky section. Actually it would have been logistically easier for me to ride
the UTBDR from North -> South except I had heard that Lockhart Basin is a hard
ride, and it's much easier to ride it South -> North. I also knew that people
recommend getting fuel and water at Needles Outpost but I misread the map and
took the Lockhart Basin turnoff without really thinking about it. By the time I
realized that I had passed Needles Outpost I was already several miles into the
trail and since I still had around 3L of water I decided to just continue
through Lockhart Basin and then resupply at Moab. This turned out to be a bad
idea because I needed more water than I expected for Lockhart Basin.
image:IMG_1513.jpg[Newspaper Rock Petroglyphs]
Lockhart Basin is an awesome ride -- fun riding, remote trails, beautiful
scenery. I think the fact that I had just been stuck in snow gave me some
mistaken confidence that it wouldn't be too hot, or that I'd be able to find
some shade somewhere. It also didn't help that for the first 5 or 10 miles I
wasn't watching the map very carefully and I had to turn around a few times to
get back to the proper route. I saw the sign that says 33 miles to Hurrah Pass
and I made a mental note of my odometer value.
At some point among the rocky scrambles and steep washes as I went over a drop
my front fender smacked my tire and my spare tube went flying up into the air.
Ok, now I'm getting hot and thirsty so I strap it back on and continue on. On
another especially big drop I let my right foot come off the peg and felt my
blister pop as my foot tapped the ground. Opa! Now I'm counting the miles on my
odometer and regretting my decision not to get more water when I had the chance
because I haven't seen any people or any sources of water, and I know I would
be having an amazing ride if I wasn't distracted by my limited water. I did
have a GPS emergency beacon in case things went south so I was still ripping
down the trail and having lots of fun. At some point I started getting so hot
that I remember thinking.. if I run out of water and activate my emergency
beacon then they'll definitely charge me for the search and rescue helicopter
because I was dumb. But if I get lucky and break my leg I can probably avoid
the rescue bill.
I left myself about a liter of water as survival water, and I paced myself with
the rest of the water. At some point here I noticed that I had cracked my
Nalgene that I keep strapped to my handlebars but it wasn't leaking. My spare
tube flew off my front fender 2 or 3 more times and eventually I moved it to my
rear rack with my water bag. I had the Beach Boys song "Cool Cool Water" stuck
in my head.
image:IMG_1517.jpg
image:IMG_1522.jpg
The trail got gnarlier and gnarlier as I got near the end of the basin, and
after the last section at Chicken Corners I found a rocky overhang that offered
a bit of shade and took a long break. After that grand finale of Lockhart Basin
the road turned flat and calm with some deep sandy pits, and in the distance I
could see the Colorado river full of delicious water. I've heard different
opinions on how to deal with deep sand but the technique that works best for me
is to stand up, hang off the back of the bike, lift all the weight off the
front tire, and sort of "jet ski" across the surface. After a few more miles I
came across a couple in an ATV wearing shorts and flip flops who looked like
they couldn't have been riding around for more than 30 minutes. Behind them, an
old couple smiling in another ATV. Don't they know I'm on death's doorstep? Up
and over Hurrah pass and after a few more miles I found an RV campground with a
water pump, and I drank like an elephant and then refilled my water stores.
Through a small canyon and I was in Moab, where I stopped at the first
McDonalds I saw and ordered a large soda and a Big Mac to regain my strength. I
think that's probably the most dehydrated I've ever been. Damn, I wish I had
seen how yellow my pee would have been.
image:IMG_1525.jpg[Broken taillight]
I decided to get myself a motel room in Moab and take it easy. I had a dinner
of pizza and beer at a pizza buffet place called Zax. A middle-aged Dutch
couple came up to me when I was sitting on my bike and started asking me all
kinds of questions. They said they're fans of the Youtuber "Everide", and that
they're getting back into motorcycling. I watched the July 4th fireworks in the
7-11 parking lot in Moab.
# Day 5: Moab to Strawberry Reservoir
Here I decided to skip a chunk of the UTBDR and ride the interstate up to the
dirt turnoff at (38.9883,-110.2447) because I wanted to be in Salt Lake
City by Saturday (day 6). I didn't want a repeat of the water incident from the
day before so I made sure to fill up my dromedary and Nalgene to the brim
before leaving the hotel. I wanted to hit Arches National Park on the way up
but there was a big congo line of cars waiting to get in so I skipped it. I'm
planning to be in the area again for the [DR650 Rally in LaSal
UT](
http://advrider.com/f/threads/dr650-rally-lasal-utah-sept-5-8.1359221/)
from Sept 5-8 so I can check it out then.
This part of the UTBDR follows a power line access road for a while, graded
gravel road with some dirt sections and some small washes. Once again I was
making great time and blitzing through the washes, but I hit a deep wash a bit
too hard and I heard a big "sploosh!". My MSR 6L dromedary had bounced itself
loose from the back of my bike, gotten dragged under by my rear tire, and was
wedged between the tire and the frame. I carefully pried it out and noticed
that somehow the cap had come unscrewed and almost all the water had spilled
out.
image:IMG_1540.jpg[My water reservoir after pulling it out from behind the tire]
There was still about half a liter of water inside it mixed in with a bit of
sand, but I quickly drank that down to make sure I didn't lose it too. I found
the cap a few meters back beside the road. I checked the map and I was about
1/3 of the way to the next gas station at Wellington UT. Against my better
judgement I decided to press onwards since I still had the water in my Nalgene
and I don't like learning lessons too quickly. I made a mental note to keep an
eye out for sources of water, potable or not.
After another 10 miles or so without seeing any water I got a bit more
desperate. Luckily I came across a solid rock wash that had a little pool of
water full of tadpoles and cowpies. Finding water was a relief regardless of
how dirty it was because I had plenty of fuel to boil water. I filled up my
dromedary from the pool, trying not to collect too much silt and fly carcasses.
image:IMG_1543.jpg[Bone apple tea!]
Eventually I made it to Wellington UT, had some lunch and cleaned out my
dromedary with plenty of soap. Once I strapped the dromedary down to the bike I
saw that it had a small leak. I tried to fix it with duck tape but it didn't
want to stick to the wet bag. It wasn't leaking too bad so I just ignored it
for the rest of the trip, although the leaking water constantly trickled down
my seat and made my butt wet.
image:IMG_1559.jpg
The road heading north out of Wellington was paved so I stopped to pump up my
tires. This section of road through the canyon wasn't very nice because it was
grey cement covered with blotches of grey sand that were hard to see. Then it
was across a dirt road into Uinta-Wasatch-Cache National Forest and through the
Wasatch Mountains. I didn't bother airing down my tires because the road and
trails were in pretty good shape. Entering into Timber Canyon the road was
washed out in a few places. The first few washouts were pretty small, and soon
the washouts were getting beefy enough that I had to get off my bike to figure
out where the path continued on. After a few more miles the water crossings got
deeper and I had to stash my sleeping bag inside my jacket so it wouldn't get
wet. There were some ATV tracks on the banks of the washouts so it wasn't too
hard to find a suitable spot to cross.
image:IMG_1579.jpg[The road continues just past the water on the right]
image:IMG_1580.mp4
At the base of the canyon at (40.1155,-110.8126) there were some road closure
signs blocking the entrance to the road I came from, and the intersection of
the two canyons had turned into a big lake. I met some people on Polaris SxS
machines who were surprised that I had tried to go up the same way I came but
got blocked by some of the washouts. They told me they lived a few miles north
and that the canyon had severe flooding earlier in the year, and the water was
already several feet lower than it was a month ago. They helpfully explained
where there was a higher path through the water that would rejoin the road
around the next bend. I continued on to Fruitland hoping to find a secluded
spot to set up camp, but every little road I turned down ended in a driveway or
a gated community. I rode back to The Big G in Fruitland and got myself some
dinner and a rest in the parking lot. My headlamp has a red light mode so I zip
tied it to the back of my bike to replace my broken taillight since I would be
riding on the highway with lots of speeding semis and it was completely dark
out. I continued north on the interstate looking for a hidden place to camp and
ended up finding a short dirt road that went up a hill to a cell tower.
Apparently it wasn't an AT&T tower because I didn't get any cell reception.
image:IMG_1589.jpg[Replacement taillight]
image:IMG_1591.jpg
image:IMG_1593.jpg[Camp site overlooking Strawberry Reservoir]
# Day 6: Strawberry Reservoir to Deeth
Woke up, rode to Heber City. Did you know Karl Malone owns a car dealership in
Heber City? Had a big breakfast at Hub Cafe, then rode to Provo and had ice
cream at the BYU creamery. I happened to remember that the Youtube channel "The
King of Random" is filmed near Salt Lake City so for fun I decided to go check
out the neighborhood where it's filmed. Then I rode to Antelope Island and
played with the brine flies in the baking heat. Ok, enough stalling. Time to
find a parking lot, fix up my taillight, and start heading home. The bulb
filament was also broken in my taillight so I went to a hardware store for a
replacement bulb and some replacement nuts and bolts to reattach it. While I
was working on the bike I noticed a suspicious crack had formed on my brand new
rear tire.
image:IMG_1613.jpg
image:IMG_1615.jpg[Hmm, a suspicious crack]
Ok, now that's really enough stalling. After passing the Bonneville salt flats
I entered Nevada. Time to start wearing my helmet again, ha ha.
I normally whistle to myself while I'm riding on the highway because it's loud
enough to overpower the wind noise, but I had whistled so much over the last
few days that my lips were chapped and raw because of the dry wind blowing
through my helmet. I did have a chapstick with me but I kept forgetting to use
it when I was stopped. During this section I wanted to whistle all the way from
Bonneville UT to Wells NV but my lips got so dry, I had to force myself to keep
my mouth closed and hum instead.
I ate dinner at Bella's Restaurant in Wells (great food, huge coffee mugs!). I
saw a stolen Google Bike in the parking lot. Then I rode towards home for
another hour and set up camp in a field near Deeth NV.
image:IMG_1631.jpg[Great food]
image:IMG_1630.jpg[Huge coffee mugs]
image:IMG_1627.jpg[You're a long way from home, little buddy]
image:IMG_1637.jpg
# Day 7: Deeth to East Palo Alto
Making good time on the freeway. Stopped in Battle Mountain NV for lunch at
Port of Subs. I'm a big fan of Port of Subs because it's hard to find a place
that will sell you 2 feet of food. Suddenly I stopped mid-chew. Is that a knob
missing from my tire again? What the fudge?
image:IMG_1662.jpg[Fool me four times, shame on.. umm..]
image:IMG_1643.jpg[And I've even been riding on 30psi like a good boy]
So I stuck to 75mph for the rest of the trip back, grumbling the WHOLE way. Had
an amazing sandwich at Raley's in Reno, and then one more Jimmy John's in
Livermore to commemorate the trip.
Final odometer reading: 2690mi.
image:route.png[Trip route]
# Gear
image:IMG_1687.jpg[Gear on the bike]
1) Spare tube (strapped to front fender), misc Voile straps
2) Nalgene water bottle (strapped to handlebars)
3) Alpinestars gloves
4) Arai XD-4 helmet, Oakley goggles
5) MSR Dromedary 6L water bag, strapped to rear rack
6) Mesh bag, spare t-shirt, spare socks, spare boxers
7) Camping mug, small MSR fuel bottle
8) Sea To Summit Ultralight sleeping pad
9) REI Ultralight Bivy
10) Tent pegs, spoon, toothbrush. Not pictured: keychain containing Leatherman
Squirt PS4 multitool
11) Marmot Nanowave 45 sleeping bag
12) Trail mix in cloth bag
13) MSR Whisperlite International multi-fuel stove
14) Toilet paper
15) MSR Alpine Stowaway 775mL locking pot with lid (on left), containing dried
beans, instant oats, lentil mix, tea, medicine, boullion cubes
image:IMG_1688.jpg[Tool tube contents]
1) At the front of the tool tube, in plastic bag: Dr Bronner's soap, sockets
(17mm 14mm 13mm 12mm 10mm 8mm), fuses, safety wire, screwdriver bits (JIS#2,
flat, Torx T35, Torx T40), misc bolts
2) Shoved into far end of tool tube: Paracord, clip-style chain link,
electrical wire, [Procycle oil cooler bypass
kit](
https://procycle.us/bikepages/dr650.html#oilcoolerbypass)
3) Rolled up in towel: Zip ties, needlenose pliers, 1/4" ratchet driver,
Motionpro chain breaker, crescent wrench, tweezers, 1/4" socket extender, spark
plug wrench, vice grips, large tire iron, tire pressure gauge, bike pump
with Gorilla tape wrapped around the handle, DR650 wheel axle combo wrench,
smaller tire irons, [Enduro Star TS3 trail stand](
http://www.endurostar.com/)
image:IMG_1693.jpg[Riding gear]
1) Cortech GX Sport Air 3.0 jacket
2) Tourmaster caliber pants
3) Bilt boots
image:IMG_1694.jpg[Jacket pocket contents, #1-3 in left pocket, #4 in right pocket]
1) Lip balm
2) Sunscreen
3) Black Diamond Spot Lite 160 head lamp
4) ResQLink+ emergency locator beacon
[All photos](./photos/)
