Your intrepid hero, at Smith Rock State Park, where I encountered a fellow photographer. We got to talking cameras and lenses and probably could have talked for hours. My cell phone rang, however, out here in the hinterlands of Oregon. It was Glen Garrett. His brother Larry, a dear and long time friend of mine from Cheyenne had just passed away. Larry had gotten me excited about motorcycle touring years ago when he suggested we take his two Kawasaki sport bikes on a tour. A snowy March derailed that plan and the ride never happened. But Larry had gotten me to thinkin' about motorcycle touring. This ride is for you, Larr. We will miss you, man.