So, picture this: I was out there, exploring the wild on my adventure motorcycle, savoring every bit of life like a true explorer.
Now, let me set the scene for you. There had been this massive Fuller Fire, and for weeks, it had turned the whole area into a smoky haze. But finally, by September 1, 2016, they managed to put it out. After that, something amazing happened to me. I became the very first civilian to venture into the Saddle Mountain Wilderness area. You can check it out here: [link].
The moment I stepped foot in there, it was like I'd been transported to scenes from those old WWII bomb sites. I mean, it felt like I was on a battlefield, minus all the man-made wreckage and debris.
Now, here's the backstory. I'd been cruising along the back roads and trails of the North Rim of the Grand Canyon for a good three weeks. My main base camp was at the Jacob Lake campground, which was pretty convenient because I could easily get fuel and food over at The Jacob Lake Inn, just a hop and skip across Highway 89.
As I rode my trusty GS through the North Rim's wilderness areas, I couldn't help but notice something. It seemed like almost every nook and cranny of the North Rim had been hit by some big fire at some point in the past few decades. It was both eerie and fascinating, like nature's way of reminding us who's really in charge out there.
