ATV Adventures: An 11-day ATV adventure in Idaho – Part 1
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- The original seven riders, with Wesley “Ty” Tyler on the far right.
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- Arriving in Clark Fork to start an 11 day ride.
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- How to pack an ATV for an 11-day trip.
All of my articles over the years have been about my adventures, but one that my friend, Wesley Ty Tyler, enjoyed was so remarkable that I wanted to tell it, and I will with his permission. I met Ty about 18 years ago when we were first organizing the NUATV club. He was a key element in launching this ATV riding club and in the club’s success today.
The ride from border to border in Idaho took some planning. Before the ride could begin, they had a 10-hour drive hauling five Can-Am ATVs and two Polaris RZRs on a gooseneck trailer from Fruitland, Utah, to Clark Fork, Idaho. A separate vehicle brought the other riders and their gear.
Once the machines were unloaded, the second vehicle was loaded on the trailer for the drive back to Fruitland. Seven riders had been dropped, and there was no way home except to ride, and they still had some 50 miles to go to reach their first camp at Teepee Creek. It proved to be a long day because they had to reroute several times to avoid forest fires blocking their trail.
Their next camp was at Elsie Lake, about 100 miles away. Ty likes technical trails, so this was a good day, except for the haze due to the fires and the moths. The area was thick with moths. They were everywhere, traveling in hordes.
At 3 a.m., the camp was attacked by a moose. Ty thought that maybe the cow moose mistook his snoring for a mating call. Shouting and other scare tactics didn’t faze the moose. Finally, two gunshots were fired in the air, and she left, only to come back an hour later. This time, she got her head into the tent of another rider, yanking out all the tent stakes. He unzipped the tent door and came nose to nose with the moose. Only one of the two was not scared. It took more gunshots to convince the moose that she was not welcome. It was not a restful night.
The third day ended at the Red Ives ranger station after getting gas in Avery at $6 per gallon. The trails were beautiful and challenging with a lot of backtracking, but well worth the trip. High winds and rain troubled their sleep that night.
The next day, they packed wet gear and found that one of the RZRs wouldn’t start. Fortunately, they were close to a highway, making recovery easy. They were able to leave the machine with a nice lady at a camp nearby.
The rider doubled up in the other RZR and continued the ride, another challenging leg of the trip because they found themselves in the middle of a forest fire. They came around a corner and, with no warning, there it was. Low on gas, they had to work their way through it – backtracking wasn’t an option. They cut through many fallen trees on the trail, including some that were still burning. It must have been a new fire because the road was closed at the other end. Their hearts were beating fast, but they all survived.
They reached their destination at Powell (Locha Lodge), just as it started pouring rain. It was a hot meal, showers, and decent beds. Ty took two showers just because he could.
They were starting their fifth day of riding without cell service, but the lodge had enough of a Wi-Fi signal to communicate. They arranged to have the dead RZR and its driver picked up so they could continue the trip. They had to reroute again because the fire was blocking their original track.
Their destination was Lowell, 123 miles away. They ate lunch at the Castle Butte Fire lookout. The view was spectacular with the clouds settling serenely on the mountains. The trails were delightful, and they only had to cut through one log blocking them.
The fire presented another challenge. Once they got to Lowell, they found the next day’s route closed. They couldn’t even reach their planned campsite, so they found a place to set up camp on the side of the forest service road they were on. They would need to find a route to reach the Corral Creek Campground, 129 miles away. I am going to leave these riders in this dilemma because there isn’t room to finish. When you go, take plenty of water, keep the rubber side down, and stay tuned for the rest of this adventure.
Lynn R. Blamires can be reached at quadmanone@gmail.com.
