A Solo Journey on the TransAmerica Path

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There have been lovely views alongside the backbone of the Ozark Mountains. Picture by Rick Koch.

“You understand that we’re shifting to necessary evacuation,” the park ranger informed me as I pulled as much as the campground kiosk to verify in. It was August 2020, and Hurricane Isaias was bearing down on the East Coast simply as I used to be about to start out my “Journey of a Lifetime.” The storm was anticipated to make landfall proper the place we have been standing at North Carolina’s Cape Hatteras Nationwide Seashore.

A month earlier, my KTM 500 EXC-F had been loaded on a truck in Louisiana, sure for Outer Banks Harley-Davidson. I had flown into Norfolk, Virginia, with plans to select up my bike and spend every week on the seaside with pals earlier than beginning my solo journey on the TransAmerica Path.

Now I used to be doing battle with vehicles and RVs making an attempt to outrun a hurricane. My KTM was overloaded with an expedition’s price of substances plus a now-pointless seaside towel, umbrella, masks, and fins, making it as unwieldy because the rattletrap jalopy of the Joad household in The Grapes of Wrath. I made my manner north alongside the Outer Banks and felt fortunate to snag a room at an overpriced roach motel within the ominous-sounding village of Kill Satan Hills.


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First day of the TransAmerica Path: baptizing the bike within the Atlantic Ocean.

I had heard that the pavement ended simply north of Corolla and from there you could possibly journey on the seaside into Virginia, so I obtained an early begin and baptized my knobbies within the Atlantic brine. The plan was to journey west to the Nice Dismal Swamp and drop right down to Sam Correro’s TransAmerica Path from there (see “TAT? Which TAT?” sidebar at finish of story). It was a stunning day in one in all America’s most lovely locations – the calm earlier than the storm – and as quickly as I used to be off the crushed monitor, I assumed to myself: I’m doing it. I’m truly driving coast-to-coast on a dirtbike!

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The plush mountain surroundings of North Carolina (lacking solely the sound of flowing creeks and the moist, minty smells of the ferns and forest).

I rode west throughout the causeway to mainland North Carolina the place it obtained actually sizzling, actually quick. My driving gear grew to become a soggy wetsuit. I pulled right into a state park to re-sort my gear and camp for the evening. Simply as I entered the parking zone, my bike skidded, and I nearly toppled over. My heavy load had pushed the rear fender into the exhaust, melting a strap, which had rolled up into my sprocket, in addition to one of many turnsignals and the license plate mount. The state park was closed due to Covid, so after re-shuffling my gear, I used to be again on tarmac. It was nonetheless sizzling, and black clouds trailed behind me. 

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The Tail of the Dragon is not only for sportbikes! Picture by Killboy.com

Out of the blue a chicken hit my thigh, bounced into my chest, and flew over my shoulder. Wait, that wasn’t a chicken, it was my cellphone! After a tedious half hour of tacking backwards and forwards down the highway, I noticed it – useful however with a cracked display screen. After I climbed off the KTM to retrieve it, I felt woozy and was not sweating. I held onto a phone pole to maintain from fainting and succumbed to a bout of rib-wracking dry heaves. I used to be on the verge of a full-on warmth stroke. Close by I noticed a kudzu-covered shack that turned out to be a juke joint-cum-country retailer the place I sucked down three Gatorades and laid down excessive of the old-school ice field. Had I not dropped my cellphone, I wouldn’t have stopped driving and may need died. 

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A slick, rail-less board bridge in Mississippi remains to be higher than a muddy river crossing.

Hurricane Isaias caught up with me close to Appomattox, Virginia, and I ducked right into a gasoline station overhang to placed on my raingear for the primary time. It match somewhat snuggly over all my off-road gear, and once I tried to swing my leg over the big pile of equipment on the KTM, I fell over, my legs splayed akimbo with the bike and luggage toppling on prime of me.

I hadn’t even put a wheel on the TAT but. Was I in over my head?

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Impending rain and dusk on a desolate a part of the TAT in Virginia meant it was time to search out gasoline and shelter.

A Choice is Made

If I bailed out, I’d nonetheless should get my KTM again residence to Louisiana. Transport it residence can be costly and take a month. The five hundred EXC-F is an enduro, the very last thing you’d wish to journey on the freeway, so I’d should take little secondary roads again down south. That just about sounded just like the TAT.

I made a decision I used to be unlikely to make all of it the best way to Oregon as deliberate. The TAT dipped into central Mississippi, and from there it was solely about three hours to my home. The revised plan was to place Oregon out of my thoughts and simply give attention to getting residence.

Eradicating the strain to finish all the TAT lifted a heavy weight from my shoulders. The storm had handed, and it was a good looking day with blue skies and cooler temperatures. Virginia is lush and inexperienced, and the rain introduced out flowers and butterflies. Slim lanes and gravel roads weaved between crimson barns and fields of mowed pasture, ultimately climbing into cool, darkish forests. I might sense the temperature and humidity adjustments round every dip and switch. I might scent little creeks, pines, and vegetation, the very earth itself.

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A picnic shelter makes for a perfect hammock tenting spot.

I veered off the TAT to have a hearty lunch on the Devils Spine Basecamp Brewpub. With the views, dwell music, and nice climate, I might have spent the day there, however as an alternative I mounted up and crossed the Appalachian Path and the Blue Ridge Parkway. I ended briefly on the farm the place Cyrus McCormick invented the mechanical reaper that led america to feed the world. Within the George Washington and Jefferson Nationwide Forests, I camped in a clearing subsequent to the path, simply me and the bike and 1,000,000 stars.

Comfortable Mud Makes a Laborious Slog on the TransAmerica Path

By the point I blazed my manner by means of Virginia, North Carolina, corners of Georgia and Alabama, and into Tennessee, I had perfected my packing and loading system, felt at residence behind the bars of my KTM, fought much less with my GPS, and actually started to get pleasure from myself.

Tennessee was a turning level. Some pricey pals rode their Harley right down to Lynchburg to affix me for dinner and provide encouragement. Simply off the path in Counce, I had breakfast on the residence of TAT founder Sam Correro, and he personally adorned my bike with one in all his TAT stickers on my entrance fender. And a buddy in St. Louis contacted me and mentioned he’d meet me in Arkansas so we might journey collectively for a number of days. It was settled: I used to be again on the TransAmerica Path to Oregon!

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A proud second with TAT progenitor Sam Correro in entrance of his home in Counce, Tennessee. Why isn’t this man within the AMA Corridor of Fame already?

However it wasn’t simple. For a lot of, the toughest a part of the TAT east of the Mississippi is the myriad of water crossings in Tennessee. The 2 worst ones – which you see most frequently in YouTube movies of TAT-ending epic fails – happen the primary 10 miles after you enter the Volunteer State, one proper after the opposite. The gracious host of the motorcycle-friendly Lodge at Tellico lessened my nervousness by sharing some methods on methods to handle them. “Worse involves worst,” he mentioned, “it’s not too far to hike again right here, and I can get ya out.”

In Mississippi, the remnants of Hurricane Marco darkened the skies, and rain turned the TAT into retreat-from-Stalingrad, diaper-full-of-diarrhea sludge. I discovered refuge within the school city of Oxford, the place I checked right into a lodge, ordered a steak for dinner, and loved a relaxation day ready for issues to dry out. However I couldn’t dally as a result of yet one more hurricane threatened to make a foul state of affairs worse.

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“If it will get too tough, I can all the time flip round.” Not all the time simple to do on a steep, rocky path.

The factor about being in manner over your head is that you just often don’t understand it till you’re truly in manner over your head. On the southernmost a part of the TAT in central Mississippi, I turned down a moist red-dirt highway and headed east. The crimson clay grew extra viscous as I adopted the ruts others earlier than me had made. In locations the muddy monitor grew broad the place people tried workarounds to what regarded like everlasting sludge holes. There got here a sequence of undulating rises by means of a cover forest tunnel with the highway getting more and more soupier. I thought of turning again, however it might have been a protracted detour effectively off the TAT.

Effectively, that is the place the ‘journey half’ begins, I assumed. Slowly and certainly wins the race. Take it simple, keep targeted, and we’ll get by means of this.

One little hill had me spinning my wheel in a crimson rooster tail of muck going up, then sliding sideways uncontrolled to the underside, my tires coated like frosting on a Krispy Kreme donut. Now I actually needed to keep on with the path as a result of there was completely no manner in hell I might make it again up the slime monitor I simply slid down. I lasted solely a couple of minute extra earlier than my KTM grew to become utterly caught as much as the rear sprocket. After I dismounted, there was no want for a kickstand as a result of the bike was cemented in place. I walked down the highway to scout forward. Slipping and sliding in my moto boots, each laden by kilos of Mississippi clay, I peered over the rise and noticed … extra muddy hills, an limitless procession of them to the horizon and past.

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Caught as much as the swingarm within the Mudpit of Despair on the southernmost a part of the path in Mississippi.

The new, humid air was thick, and I felt nauseous. I took off my helmet, gloves, jacket, boots, and even my pants and sat down on the aspect of the highway. A black butterfly landed on my bike, then flew over and sat on my knee. We checked out one another for what appeared like an hour. I simply sat there, sizzling and numb. I didn’t know what to do. One other storm would come that night – possibly that afternoon – and no manner was one other automobile coming down this highway. Not at the moment. Perhaps not ever.

Ideas of dwelling the remainder of my life within the woods like Grizzly Adams quickly dissipated together with my inventory of water. Scrolling round on my Garmin, I noticed a little bit spur a number of miles again that regarded prefer it may result in pavement. I stripped the bike of all of the gear and scraped off as a lot clay as I might. With no different alternative, I backtracked, dragging the machine sideways over the hills and making a number of journeys to retrieve my gear. 

Again on blacktop, I ended at a retailer and downed a water, a Gatorade, and a Mountain Dew. I used to be in Bobby Gentry nation, and the lyric “Looks as if nothin’ ever involves no good up on Choctaw Ridge” performed in my head as I assumed that possibly what Billy Joe tossed off the Tallahatchie Bridge was a mud-encrusted KTM.

That evening the lodge’s fireplace alarm went off simply as I started a soothing soak in a sizzling bathtub. Visitors have been summoned to the foyer as a result of the hurricane was kicking up tornadoes within the space.

Was I cursed? Had my karmic debt lastly come due?

I took a day to go to Graham KTM, a dealership in Senatobia, and the good guys there modified the oil, adjusted the brakes, and put in a trick tail piece that higher supported the load of my baggage. Whereas they have been power-washing kilos of clay off my bike, I requested the store fellows what technique locals used to journey these gooey roads. “Man, we by no means journey in that shit.”

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The Graham KTM crew in Senatobia, Mississippi, changed my melted turnsignal/license plate service with a trick (and far lighter) rear cowling and power-washed away a number of kilos of crimson clay. Their recommendation for driving by means of the Magnolia State’s tire-sucking mud: “Don’t.”

Past Massive Muddy

Arkansas is a particular place. Its mountains should not a part of every other continental ridgeline, and the tradition – equal components Southern, Southwestern, and Midwestern – is exclusive. Ozark individuals know the TAT, and hospitality and selfmade indicators of encouragement prevailed alongside the path.

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My buddy Rick Koch rode down from St. Louis to affix me for the Arkansas portion of the TAT.

Along with the attractive vistas and bountiful barbecue, Arkansas highlights included a gentleman who serves TAT riders iced tea from his again porch whereas photographing the totally different bikes and recording them in his ledger, the little TAT Shak that’s open and free to anybody who desires to cease, and spending a number of days driving with Rick Koch, an outdated school buddy who had come down from St. Louis.

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Percy Kale, who lives simply off the TAT in Marvel, Arkansas, paperwork bikes that cross by means of.

I had no preconceived expectations about Oklahoma, but it offered among the greatest recollections of the journey. Intermittent rain and difficult mud made for sluggish going, and I slid from city to city to take shelter by means of countryside that I in any other case in all probability would have blasted although.

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Use of a little bit trailer within the woods is free to all TAT riders in Central Arkansas.
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Many of the Arkansas TAT rolls by means of “dry” counties, so top off on beer when you may!

I met among the nicest individuals of the entire journey, and I visited the little city of Beaver throughout the World Championship Cow Chip Throwing Contest. 

The Method-out West

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Oklahoma is the bridge between the Midwestern Plains and the Western Prairie.

New Mexico and most of Colorado handed by too shortly. I set again the clock one other hour and entered the Pacific watershed after crossing the Nice Divide. It was bizarre to see patches of snow after nearly passing out from warmth stroke earlier within the journey.

In a little bit bunkbed bungalow in Sargents, Colorado – a haven for hunters and off-road lovers the place I feasted on elk meatloaf – I awoke to shrill whistles and shouts of “yip, yip yip!” Native cowboys have been rounding up the herd outdoors my cabin’s again window.

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The Tomichi Creek Buying and selling Submit is a last-chance gasoline jumping-off level for adventurers, and its cafe serves elk meatloaf and craft beer. I awoke right here with frost on my bike amidst the whistles and shouts of a full-blown cattle drive.

After weeks of temperatures within the 80s and 90s, it was 30 levels outdoors, and I scraped frost off the map pocket of my tankbag. The dip in temperature tripped the aspen timber, and similar to that, nearly all of them went from pale inexperienced to vibrant yellow.

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It froze in a single day in Colorado, and the aspen timber all popped without delay!
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The start of the San Juan Mountains, Colorado.

Using excessive within the Rockies, I went over Black Sage Move (9,725 ft), Tomichi Move (11,962 ft), Los Pinos Move (10,509 ft), and Slumgullion Move (11,529 ft) after which zig-zagged down switchbacks into Lake Metropolis, mentioned to be essentially the most remoted city in Colorado.

Persevering with west to Ouray meant going over Engineer Move (12,800 ft), which is surrounded by barren tundra that jogged my memory of the Karakoram Mountains alongside the Pakistan-Afghanistan border.

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Gale-force winds introduced a blizzard and whole whiteout seconds after taking this image.

It was freezing chilly and very windy on the summit, and it was a wrestle to maintain my loaded bike from falling over as I took off my gloves for a fast selfie. Snow began blowing sideways, and shortly it was an entire whiteout. Fog on my goggles turned to frost, and the grade was so steep I used to be reluctant to maneuver my arms from the handlebars to wipe them. Slinking down the precipice was all of the extra unnerving as a result of I needed to deal with Jeeps and side-by-sides coming the opposite manner. A strip of mud and trickling water on the within monitor grew to become gravel-covered ice, forcing me to maneuver nearer to the surface ledge.

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Colorado’s high-country tundra jogged my memory of the Karakoram Mountains alongside the Afghan/Pakistani border.

I by no means felt comfy on these steep switchbacks. My body weight stored making an attempt to place me over the handlebars, and I couldn’t scoot again due to my loaded baggage. I washed out my entrance tire on one gravelly switchback, and a passing motorcyclist going up the hill stopped and helped me proper issues.

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Straight up-and-down canyon partitions within the San Juan Mountains, by means of which 50-mph wind gusts are typical.

After arriving in Ouray, a protracted soak within the heat mineral waters of the general public sizzling springs was simply what I wanted to shut out an unbelievable day that featured sunshine, gale-force winds, a blizzard, freezing rain, and various pucker moments.

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Taking a break in Trinidad, Colorado. Many TAT riders get a tire change close by at Topar Racing.

My Expensive Imogene

From Ouray, there have been a number of choices. Sam Correro’s route would ship me south on the Million Greenback Freeway, one of the lovely roads in America. As a substitute, I opted for the extra adventurous Yankee Boy Basin route over Imogene Move (13,114 ft) to Telluride.

The climate the subsequent day was in all probability the only most lovely day of the journey. I used to be in prime TAT form, the bike was operating nice, and my gear was dialed. The autumn leaves have been vibrant, and there have been many pure and historic issues to see alongside the best way. At one overlook, I met a younger man from California in a brand new Jeep who had stopped to let some air out of his tires. He was on his honeymoon, and the couple had deliberate for greater than a yr to drive this highway, which is a bucket-list vacation spot for a lot of off-roaders.

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Crossing the Nice Divide was a serious milestone, however larger, steeper passes have been nonetheless forward.

Although it was a Tuesday in late September, there have been lots of autos on the highway, particularly side-by-sides, not all of which yielded the correct of manner. One of many trickiest technical bits – a staircase of rock and shale that plummeted right down to a precipice under – required a cautious research of the method. The path devolved into an enormous rockface about 100 ft broad that had shale-like “stairs” of various widths and heights. It’s essential to go up the steps diagonally, choose a shelf to straighten out on, after which return down diagonally once more. On two wheels, it is a feat that requires simply the correct mix of momentum, steadiness, talent, and luck to keep away from falling off the cliff.

Simply as I made a decision on a route up and hit the gasoline, two side-by-sides got here throughout from the opposite route, forcing me to scramble up the steps larger than deliberate. They squeezed by with out mishap, tooting and waving as they handed, however I used to be caught on the prime of the staircase, holding myself to the cliff with simply my proper leg and about two knobs’ price of tire. I perched like that for a while, a number of Jeeps passing by carefully with out acknowledgement. When my knees started to shake and I wasn’t positive I might maintain on any longer, I launched myself down, kicked off the ledge, and skipped down the steps, simply catching the lip of the path.

Shaken, I knew backtracking was not an choice. I used to be dedicated to summitting, come hell or excessive water.

Subsequent I got here to a deep, slim stream crammed with softball- to bowling ball-sized rocks. I used to be on the prime of a waterfall that poured into the canyon under. With a cliff on one aspect and a house-sized boulder on the opposite, there was no workaround. Earlier than worry obtained the higher of me, I gunned it, and my entrance wheel skimmed the highest of the water towards the far financial institution. The sturdy present and slippery, unstable rocks precipitated me to slide sideways, and I began to fall over, however one way or the other my boot caught a rock and I bounced again upright as I gassed it over the end line.

Soaking moist and hyperventilating, it took me awhile to regain my composure. I rode across the huge boulder solely to search out that the little stream I crashed by means of was however a small tributary of a bigger stream that now roared earlier than me. The path required me to journey up a 6-foot-high steep, mossy waterfall after which cling a pointy left up a switchback. Um…

Keep in mind once I mentioned that you just don’t actually know you’re in over your head till you’re in over your head? I used to be caught between two streams I couldn’t cross. I shut off the bike, took off my helmet, and sat for a protracted whereas, feeling demoralized. It was getting darkish within the crevasse I used to be tucked into, and I needed to decide. It wasn’t like I might set up residency within the shelf between the streams and have my mail forwarded there.

So I put my helmet on and gave it a shot. I closed my eyes and set free a scream as I popped the clutch, laying on a fistful of throttle. The weirdest factor is, I’ve no additional reminiscence of the incident. Out of the blue I used to be on a large, flat little bit of filth highway farther up the summit, out of earshot of the water, however I don’t recall how I obtained there. It’s like God’s hand reached down and delivered me. One second I’m crashing right into a waterfall, and the subsequent I’m again in my physique, calm and relaxed and tootling down the path, none the more severe for put on.

My idyll didn’t final lengthy. In full view of the barren summit, I now confronted the ultimate stretch and what for a lot of is the toughest impediment of the path. Blocking the ultimate method to the summit was a big boulder. There a little bit ramp round it on filth, so I took that route, however close to the highest of the boulder, simply across the nook out of view, there appeared a 4-foot ledge. I got here to a sudden cease, sliding up on the tank. In making an attempt to show round on the steep slope, I misplaced my steadiness and fell over.

I used to be above 10,000 ft, in need of breath, and my arms felt like moist spaghetti noodles. I used to be too weak to elevate my bike, so I began unloading my gear. Simply then, California Honeymoon Jeep Man got here up the path and mentioned, “Hey, Louisiana KTM Dude!” He put my luggage behind his Jeep and promised to drop them off on the summit. We then pushed and pulled my bike over the ledge, and I served as spotter for his cautious crawl up the face of the boulder.

Close to the summit, a number of autos have been stacked up on the base of the steepest incline I had ever seen. After Jeep Man left, I confronted one other 3-foot stepup to proceed on the path. I used to be exhausted and once more not sure of what to do. The one different bike I had seen was a mangled BMW behind a pickup truck.

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Simply then a side-by-side pulled up subsequent to me, pushed by a tour information. “You look caught,” he mentioned. “Are you alright?” He informed me he was a KTM man himself and that he usually loved this path together with his enduro pals. The ledge regarded vertical however truly had some angle to it, he mentioned, so the trick was to hit it head on with sufficient velocity to make the subsequent righthand switchback and up the shale slope.

“Don’t fear what line you are taking or how sloppy it will get,” he mentioned. “Simply keep on the gasoline. Don’t let up. You are able to do this!”

His enthusiasm was encouraging, and being relieved of my baggage was liberating. After a number of false begins, I recommitted and used my “waterfall” method, screaming as I accelerated into the ledge. When my entrance tire hit, it lifted straight up into the air. The affect knocked my physique again, however I held on with vice grips of adrenaline and gassed it. After going aerial, one way or the other I touched down the place I wanted to be.

Sustaining momentum, I threaded round another autos, made a pointy proper at velocity, and went up into the scree, fishtailing sideways and throwing rocks all over the place, clawing my manner up the steep slope. My engine howled splendidly like I’d by no means heard earlier than. “Woohoo!” I heard from under, and I assumed, I’m doing this! Up and up I went. Simply as my entrance wheel lurched onto flat floor, with my spinning again tire not far behind, the KTM died.

WTF?! How? What? Why?!

My ahead motion stopped, and for a second I used to be in suspended animation, half on and half off the slope – like Wile E. Coyote when he first runs off the cliff, after which seems to be down…

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In view of the Imogene Move summit signal, I crashed at simply over 14,000 ft.

Pulling within the clutch, the KTM restarted first pop. However I felt the sickening feeling of going backward. Squeezing the entrance brake lever simply precipitated the entrance tire to skid. Locked up and sliding backward, I grew to become disoriented.

Instinctively, I put my proper foot right down to arrest my slide, however the incline was steeper on that aspect, and my boot touched nothing. My physique shifted to the correct, inflicting me to whiskey-throttle right into a sideways wheelie that knocked me backward at an ungainly angle. As I landed laborious, I felt a crunch under my proper knee – what turned out to be a tibial plateau fracture – and I heard my coach shout, “Oh no!” from under.

Close by of individuals taking selfies on the Imogene Move summit signal, the KTM and I tumbled to a halt on the slope, bringing my TransAmerica Path journey to an finish – for now.

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A celestial vista (and a cheerful tablet) gave me a smile earlier than the gurney strapped to the again of a side-by-side took me the great distance right down to Ouray.

TransAmerica Path Sidebar: TAT? Which TAT

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Within the mid-Nineteen Eighties, dual-sport fanatic Sam Correro started scouting and mapping a largely off-road path from Tennessee to Oregon, which he known as the TransAmerica Path. Correro’s TAT now features a major path that runs west from West Virginia to Utah, north to Idaho, after which east to Wisconsin. Spurs prolong the TAT to the Atlantic, the Pacific, and alongside the Rockies.

Correro continues to journey the TAT and updates it often. At TransAmTrail.com, he sells maps, rolls charts, and GPS tracks. He additionally gives his cellphone quantity and e-mail handle to those that order his maps. Whereas on the TAT, I texted Correro to let him know the way a lot enjoyable I used to be having, and he invited me for breakfast at his residence, which is simply off the path in Tennessee.

One other useful resource is gpsKevinAdventureRides.com, which gives digitized TAT maps in addition to GPS tracks. A lot of gpsKevin’s major TAT follows the identical route as Correro’s, however he gives alternate spurs from Tennessee to New York and from Moab, Utah, to Los Angeles.

Whereas the TAT runs largely east-to-west, Backcountry Discovery Routes (RideBDR.com) run south-to-north in particular person states, and a few components of BDRs in western states overlap with the TAT.

For my journey, I purchased maps and GPS tracks from Correro, gpsKevin, and BDR and put collectively my very own journey, largely following Correro’s route. Since I’m a historical past buff, I included a few of America’s authentic routes: the Path of Tears, the Cimarron and Santa Fe Path, the Mormon Path, and Lewis and Clark’s Route of Discovery. And as a fan of American tradition, I included components of music trails by means of the Appalachians and Ozarks and sought out the perfect native barbecue and regional delicacies.

There are various planning assets out there on-line. Do your homework, put together your self and your bike, and go for it! – DS

Take heed to our interviews with Dave Scott within the Rider Insider Podcast, Episode 46 and Episode 48.

This text initially appeared within the November 2022 challenge of Rider.


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