Day: June 1, 2023
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Desert Gallery
DAY: JUNE 1, 2021. So another day that is NOT spring. Oh wait! Or is it summer now? We don’t know these things. Its winter here still.
Not winter … summer. 
Don’t get me wrong, it can be winter there. But way nicer then let’s say #LivingstonMontanaIsAShithole. 
Virgin River 
Cholla cactus 
Dream Trail 
Virgin Utah 
Gooseberry in white 
Desert Morning 
Dusting 
Hurricane Utah -
Taxes
The warm days are starting to make us believe that spring is near. I am always so shocked to realize how much I like the pleasant weather. Why?
https://photos.app.goo.gl/NbvTXTi6a8uSdu7x6 I mean during the winter I bitch and bitch. And then when we get our week of summer I am even more surprised at how I would rather it be this way all the time.
I think we need to stop taxing mother nature and just leave it out there to make the right decisions. Make Montana great again. Confused? Awesome, so am I.
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Encounters
With a new bike rack to make our vagabond lifestyles more enjoyable we set forth on a adventure in the Paradise Valley. Our first choice was to go camping at the Tom Miner Campground. We encountered a gate. The Road was not open yet.
We retooled and found ourselves at Daily Lake but not before encountering a moose. After the standoff, well not really, they really did not give two cents that we drove by, we found the lake. Encountering other humans it seemed there were two factions camping. One was the motor crowd and the other vee dubbed wind surfers. We opted for the nature preserve down the road for a little privacy. An encounter with some ranchers to make sure our stay was kosher was positive, but with a small rattlesnake warning.
We proceeded to encounter sandhill cranes, confused deer, and a elk that somehow missed the migration into the park. AND tons of birds. Hours spent with binoculars identifying colorful birds by the camp. And of course rain … and wind.
Private from humans indeed … but a pack of wolves seemed to feel the need to remind us at a 3 in the morning encounter that they were around. I feel asleep to the harmonizing of their howl on the ridge above us. It was comforting to know that they stood watch.
What they were trying to tell us was that we camped near a rattlesnake den. So I stood guard with a big stick as Mo packed up our vehicle. Why stand guard? Well … for some reason, and I have lived around these guys for a long time, this one deemed it necessary to double back and attack our camp table. It would slowly disappear in a hole and surface behind me. Only tipped off by the inhale necessary for it to coil I jumped in time. It failed to get me … but Mo had enough. That encounter prompted a moved to Chico Hot Springs.
Our last minute room request netted us with the one with the worst bed. Encountering the soft blob called a bed that sagged at least a foot I woke the next day with a bad back and the dryers downstairs rattling our dresser. The encounter with INDOORS was not positive.
Other then that other encounters were some direct climbs to the top of mountain suffer fests and punchy bike rides into the wilds. Lots of hot soaking in the evenings. Good coffee in the mornings. Enough ripped apart summits by grizzly bears to scare a person. You know the general stuff.
Did I mention I was sick with a cold the entire time? Yea … still though … good times … good encounters.
The team vehicle got upgraded to enhance its vagabond capabilities.
A double rainbow
Didn’t make it …
Tines down … which I guess is bad?
Climbing open fields of grass
Not a good idea to camp next to these if one wants to avoid rattlesnakes.
A tad breezy
Wildflowers at summits
Our exploits -
Like old time Montana
Mo navigates a snow field
A high ridge in the Lewis and Clark
Mo at about 8,000 ft
Mo navigates a turn
Mo navigates throught he aspens
When I was young I loved this state because you could do these huge adventures without seeing anyone and camp where ever. We spent some time in the Lewis and Clark National Forest. Not that many people take the trek to this isolated hunk of land that includes the Little Belt Mountain Range. Little Belts as the locals call it. Heck a house in White Sulfur Springs probably is about a fourth of the cost of a place in Bozeman … maybe even a fifth. -
Discrepancy part 4
Carrie shrieked and looked into the receiver.
“No freaking dial tone … shit”
“But … this is the same diner I used to … oh no”
“What”
“This is the intermingled suspicious theory. This phone only works in the brain-machine interface theory”
A hand grabbed my shoulder.
“I am Hans. This all must end. You must leave.”
I struggled away and turned to face him.
“I will cut to the chase. Human descendants might not survive long enough to achieve an advanced civilization capable of creating machine theories or worlds that host simulated people with artificial intelligence comparable to the natural faculties of their ancestors.”
“What the hell are you talking about”, I turned to look at Carrie.
My eyes darted back and forth and my brain would not admit what my eyes were seeing. It is not what they WERE seeing but what was missing.
“CARRIE….”
“She is gone and if I don’t explain why, if you don’t leave, all will be lost”
“What …. where”
“Informing an artificial person that they are living in a theory would defeat the authenticity of it— better that they genuinely go about their daily business, for all intents and purposes, given a high-fidelity historical reproduction of the real world”
“But we are real humans … shit”, I suddenly realized I just gave away my identity.
“Don’t worry, I know. Also … Epistemologically, it is not impossible to tell whether we are living in a theory, who are we kidding, a simulation. However, imperfections in a simulated environment might be difficult for the native inhabitants to identify, and for purposes of authenticity, even the simulated memory of a blatant revelation might be purged programmatically. Nonetheless, should any evidence come to light, either for or against the skeptical hypothesis, it would radically alter the aforementioned probability. In a nutshell you believe I am here to purge you. I am not. Something has happened since you and others have extracted.”
“W h a … t”
“Forget all of that. A so-called inter-reality or mixed theory physics experiment correlating real and virtual pendula suggested a phase transition. I induced a experiment. Don’t you see what is happening?”
I look around. I am really confused. Everything I thought I knew …
“This is not a theory after all but your consciousness. It is my job to run experiments to bring you out before your theories become our reality. Depending on the nature of the theory it may be possible to exit by several methods, among them, waking up in the parent world. We can not do this. Instead a mind transfer from the simulated world into a biological or your cybernetic body that exists in the parent world … but with a phase shift. Because on that phase you are about to die. We must hurry. You have no blood pressure and your veins have collapsed. You have another chance. This will work because you can also be transferred into other simulated worlds based on events within the parent theory or world, (i.e., death).”
With that Hans turned me around. Surprisingly I had no strength so I swiveled very easily. Something happened. Like tunnel vision. But at the other end of that tunnel I saw Carrie. This was not a tunnel at all but my eye looking through the lens of a camera. And Carrie was exiting our extraction vehicle.
“Ready? This place is cool but we better get going. We have so much to do. Set up the pit area. And you wanted to do a practice lap, right?”
“Wha …”
“Hello”, she snapped her fingers. “Earth to Bill … the 24 Hours if Round the Clock … earth to bill”
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Double Race Weekend
Hello from someplace in Missoula Montana where I am getting ready for two races this weekend. I received bad news that my parents will not be visiting this next weekend so I have decided to take the assets I planned for the visit and apply them towards races. This will keep my mind off of the disappointment of not getting to spend time with Mom and Dad out at Lindbergh Lake next weekend.
The first race is the MORS and Wild Rockies Series race at Salmon Idaho. I plan to leave around 6 AM tomorrow morning and drive down with a friend. I’ll race and jet back home to prepare for Sundays race.
Sunday’s race is in Coeur d’Alene Idaho on Carnfield Mountain [map]. The drive will be around 2.5 hours and I plan to go with a different race buddy. This second race is race 3 of the Knobby Tires Series in which yours truly is leading in the expert division.
Have a good weekend you all!
Boneshakerbike 