2000 miles of motorcycling The Butterfield Trail. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. The Great Butterfield Stage Expedition. How did we happen to get here? In the late winter of 2003 my brother Paul found himself on a spur of the moment quest to visit and explore Organ Pipe National Park. Never being one to pass up a national site he took off down dirt roads and up over passes once home to Cochise and the Apache Indians.

El Capitan and the endless reaches of a short trip into New Mexico without a GPS. Monday, August 28, 2006. Secondly, we knew that this would be a long and very hot day and wished to get some miles behind us in the cool of the morning. Shown golden above and behind us. The two liters of .

Backtracking, Mental Maintenance, Through the Western Cross Timbers, Bearing witness to the Great Gainesville Hanging and the Rose of Texas. Monday, July 03, 2006. Maintenance day for Big Red. The morning was a fog of recovery. I was really glad for the shower time and the soft bed.

To San Angelo, TX. Down Monument Road to the Turtle Hole, Old Well at Belnap, Death comes close at Fort Phantom Hill and We join Albert Haneman for a portrait at Fort Chadborne. Thursday, July 06, 2006. We rose and mounted up in the dark. I was fairly certain that there was a marker for the Jacksboro Station so we went looking for it. And he was familiar with the plaque.

Booze, Boston Mountains and Braving the Indian Territories. Tuesday, June 13, 2006. I went back and got these pictures later. To really appreciate the front porch you have to count the easy chairs. We traveled further down the ro.

Actually, Springfield, MO to Tipton,MO and then back to Springfield. Friday, June 02, 2006. While we were drinking our coffee, I took a moment to rest on. My bike and feel the pack placement. Paul snapped this odd picture that is quite eerie and reminded us both of the dead outlaws they stood up after the bank robberies and photographed. Fortunately, it did not portend a disastrous foreshadowing. By noon and had littl.

The Last Butterfield Station In Missouri. Monday, June 8, 2009. Harbin Station and the Harbin Farm. Since posting this I have had extended email exchanges with Donna Cooper and Bill Landers. Harbin was the original station-keeper. The house stood a mile SW of Washburn. Was burned during Civil War.

Wherein we pass out of Oklahoma and make a scheduled stop for Big Red in Plano, Texas. Friday, June 23, 2006. We rose early and hit the road in semi-darkness. Required considerable leg work on location and a good bit of luck. One could easily spend half a day visiting with locals looking for the right person to guide you to a remote ruin. As I mentioned the stations themselves are well described for Oklahoma. It was written by Muriel H.

To White City, NM. The Real Deal, Wildlife Hazards, Blazing Heat, Running on Fumes, and Amongst the Hoards under a Bat-filled Sky. Sunday, July 23, 2006. Once again we rose in the dark. I remember some distinct confusion trying to read the GPS but after turning around in the middle of the highway we found the road out of town. The riding was easy and it felt good to be retracing a portion of the original route. When we hit 163 we headed south. But no direct route and the locati.