Thelma and Louise | 2020

Thelma & Louise rode again.  

During a pandemic.  Through storms.  And a breakdown. 

‘Cause that’s how we do.

Kids, grab your beverage of choice.  I’ve got some stories to tell!

Thursday, June 4th, Tyree and I took off on a South Dakota and Wyoming adventure.  Coming out of a particularly chaotic season of our professional lives, we were ready for an escape from computers and responsibilities.  As the miles between us and Omaha got longer, the weight on the shoulders became lighter.

I was living for it.  Tunes on, throttle wide open, bug blasted windshield, perma grin, and a storm front looking all cool and refreshing on the horizon.

With only a few sprinkles felt and a welcomed temperature drop from the blazing 90 degree sun, we made our way towards Valentine, NE where the resident cat at the Trade Winds Motel would welcome us home for the night and the Peppermill and Lounge would serve us hot food and ice cold beer.  The Peppermill had only recently started serving folks on-site so we were met with happy smiles and thankful servers.  

Friday morning we set out for South Dakota by way of Highway 20 so we could drop in at the bottom of the Black Hills. We were going to get the most out of this day while we slowly made our way towards Sturgis.

First stop after crossing into South Dakota was lunch at Woolly’s Grill and Cellar in Hot Springs and then on into the Black Hills for some playtime with the buffalo.

A little Needle’s Highway history lesson:

Deemed “impossible” to construct by its critics, Needles Highway (SD Hwy 87)—a National Scenic Byway—was completed in 1922. The road lies within the 71,000 acre Custer State Park, just 30 miles south of Rapid City, and is an impressive 14 mile stretch that includes sharp turns, narrow tunnels, granite spires and world class views.

After Needles we ran on fumes to Crazy Horse and then on over to Mt. Rushmore.

Fuel light on? It’s fiiiiinne.

And then onto Nemo Highway where we stopped at the Nemo Mercantile to enjoy a beer and chat with the local UTVers.

In Sturgis we stayed with Bob & Janet, owners of the coziest basement apartment, outfitted in furniture and doilies that reminded me of great grandma Leora. Bob and Janet should be airbnb’s token couple for advertising a “Weekend at Grandma’s“. Absolute gems.

And let’s all pay our respects to that long telephone cord, y’all. That’s what we call 1997 phone privacy… landline style.

After unloading our saddlebags, we made our way out to the Full Throttle Saloon. If you’ve been with me long enough you know FTS holds a very special place in my heart as it is the location Clint proposed in August 2010. Sadly the OG FTS, where all our memories were made, went up in flames, but the rebuild is better than ever.

By this point in the night we were starving and the temps were dropping so we made our way back into the Sturgis City limits where we stopped for a beer at the Knuckle Saloon and dinner at One Eyed Jacks.

Saturday morning promised overcast skies, a rainy forecast, and a chill in the air. We needed a breakfast of champions and Red’s Grill & Pub DELIVERED!

A few friendly weather warnings and well-wishes from the locals and we were off to Wyoming. Not even 30 minutes later the skies were BLUE, the sun was out and it was looking to be a rock solid day of play!

Shoot, we even found a lonely golf cart on the side of the road. You know we pulled over and called our buddy Cyndi from the seat of that bad boy. Motorcycle rallies of the past would have come haunting had we not paid respect to Cyndi’s devilish ways.

On down the road to Hulett, WY where the Ponderosa Bar served up ice cold RBV’s and an opportunity for self-entertainment as there was literally no one else out in that town. June 2020 Pandemic vibes!

We left our mark and bid farewell to that one-horse town and cruised on down the road.

As we neared Devils Tower we pulled off for a few photo opportunities. We weren’t planning on going closer as we figured it cost $ and would be loaded with tourists. We aren’t tourists, ya know… 😉

Once back on the bikes we made a split second and unplanned decision to turn into Devils Tower parking lot, and in that very moment Tyree’s back brake locked up and her bike stopped rolling.

Y’all. This wasn’t a coincidence. We had our guardian angels riding with us that day. Ours wear leather, you know. We also had our mama’s at home praying for our safe journey’s. There were extra hands in this intervention. Had we kept rolling, I would be telling a different story today.

So, what are two girls in the middle of Wyoming with limited resources to do? Facetime Bill, of course. Bill is the husband of our dearest friend Tracy and owner of Spaz Cycle. Bill – THANK YOU for taking the time out of your insanely busy day to help us two idiots out. You went above and beyond. Thanks, friend.

While Tyree was on the phone with Bill, I went on a walk through the neighboring campground where I made friends with two fellas who had all the tools we needed and the hearts to give us a hand. We were surrounded by the best humans. I wish we could have remembered to grab their names or social media channels to give them a special thanks.

With a locked brake caliper piston, the whole thing had to be removed. While they worked, I was on the phone with Deluxe Harley-Davidson in Sundance giving them the 411. Once Tyree’s brake caliper was back on, we made the 30 mile trek to Sundance. Those 30 miles consisted of Tyree making continual conscious reminders to avoid the brake pedal. What could happen?

A locked brake at 65mph on winding roads is what.

Hard pass.

Pro Status: we pulled into Deluxe HD at 2:00 where we would become BFF’s with three of the best HD employees. I mean, we did spend 3.5 hours with them, so BFF status was EARNED.

They took MORE than great care of Tyree’s bike. They even went the extra mile and serviced some other components while we were there. Shoot, we even got a few cold beers out of the deal.

And maybe a few laughs. We were tired. Hungry. Our afternoon plans to ride Spearfish and hang out in Deadwood had vanished. We had to get our jokes in somehow… albeit childish jokes, but hey. You get what you get with us.

If there is something I have learned from Tyree over the years, it is to always make the best of the situations provided. Always something to be thankful for, even when shit hits the fan.

And on this particular day, we were surrounded by goodness of all forms.

5:30pm and we hit the road for a 30 mile cruise towards Spearfish Canyon. And, unbeknownst to us at the time, here is a lineup of events that happened in our favor between 5:15-6:15pm:

  1. Last second clutch adjustment at the HD store as we were rolling out. 15 extra minutes.
  2. Wrong turn in Spearfish led us away from the scenic byway. 10 minutes.
  3. Decision to top off our tanks once back on track. 5 minutes.

Had any one of those events not happened, we would have found ourselves stranded on Spearfish Canyon Byway, no shelter, 55-60mph winds with 75mph wind gusts.

While fueling (#3) we scanned the radar and decided to hammer down to Sturgis to outrun the storm. Mother Nature would have very different plans as the wind and rain came in fast and furious while we prepared to merge onto the interstate. I’ve ridden in storms. We stood no chance in this one with nothing surrounding that stretch of interstate. The driver of the Wranger to my right motioned for me to take the open space in front of him while Tyree maneuvered around back. Squeezing our way across traffic we found quick shelter for our two-wheeled babes.

And there we sat. Helmets on and all.

45 minutes later and Mother Nature wasn’t giving up, so we grabbed some pizza and waited for a window of opportunity to hit the road. It finally came around 8pm, and with a stream of steady rain, we leathered up and headed out with white knuckles bracing for the lurking winds.

Shout-out to the Baymont by Wyndham front desk dude for letting us park our bikes under the awning by the front door and to the family of 6 eating at Pizza Ranch who were ready to give us a lift to Sturgis.

As I said… good humans were all around us.

Yo… props to Gr’pa Bob & Gr’ma Jan for the open garage door welcoming us home from the rain. The Real MVP’s!

Y’all still with me?

Let’s insert a commercial break. Go ahead. Refill that coffee cup.

Better yet, grab a beer. You deserve it if you’ve made it this far.

Sunday adventures included Spearfish Canyon Scenic byway, Deadwood, Nemo Highway, Rapid City, Red Garter Saloon in Keystone for beverages and small talk with the locals before cruising Iron Mountain Road.

After all the fun roads were traveled and locations visited, we found ourselves at the south end of the Black Hills again and a full day ahead of us.

J: “Hey, T… what should we do now?”

T: “Badlands?”

J: “Sold. Should we get fuel first? I don’t remember a gas station for miiiilllesss last time I was out that way”.

T: “Nah, we good”.

J: “Let’s get to it then.”

34 miles along Hwy 36 to Hwy 40 and we found ourselves a barricade outside Red Shirt due to COVID-19 travel restrictions on Tribal Lands in South Dakota. After a very disjointed conversation over loud running motorcycles, mouth coverings and an urgent plea for fuel, the barricade patrol hesitantly let us pass through with the agreement we were headed straight to Whiteclay, our nearest option for fuel. My quick calculations told me we’d be rolling into Whiteclay with about 5-10 miles to spare. Golden.

Thanks, good people. We best be goin’ then!

And, off we went, with no other traffic. Just me and T.

We stopped “for sweatshirts” and to catch a glimpse of the outer edge of the Badlands. About 15 minutes had passed when a truck traveling from TX pulled up wanting to know if we were still on the reservation, to which we confirmed. Come to find out this couple had been warned at the SD/NE border that they’d be hauled off to jail if they stopped at any point on the reservation.

Well then…

Back on the road and I wondered if we had somehow landed ourselves in Kansas. That storm cell had me thinking I was going to be visiting Oz.

That beaut was traveling North with a vengeance. We mirrored that urgency by hightailing it South towards Whiteclay with just enough fumes to re-fuel and cross into NE, leaving the storm behind us.

We didn’t have plans mapped out for our Sunday journey home, unless you consider flying by the seat of our pants as plans. Since we were near Hwy 20 we decided Trade Winds Motel in Valentine would make for a nice home again.

It should come as no surprise that Mother Nature found us again just West of Cody, NE. We ditched the road for a nice little awning while the storm rolled through. We were starving, and wouldn’t you know it the awning we were under was coverage to the front door of a closed for the day cafe. Come onnnnnnn…

We had leftover Taffy from Keystone and two shooters of liqour in our bags.

Candy and Booze.


Remember that bit about us finding all the good people on our trip? Well, we found more. As we were getting ready to move on, no phone service to check radar, we noticed a truck pulled off the road and inside a mother, daughter and son trio. Come to find out, they were headed the same direction we were, but a phone call from her husband relayed the message that 60mph winds and golf ball size hail was in her path.


Oh and that storm cell we rode by earlier? It produced a twister just North of Sturgis. Our new friends missed it by minutes. Fun!

So, we waited a while longer, said our farewells, gave them a 10 minute lead before we hopped on and rolled out. We had 42 miles left to go.

…And the sailing wasn’t smooth. I think you expected that by now. Just East of Cody, with 34 miles remaining, the sun set and the 50mph winds set in. At one point we were leaning so far into the wind that gravity would have won had the wind let up. That 34 mile stretch saw us through wind gusts that sent us sailing over the center line, shot nerves, stress levels through the effing roof, many prayers, moments of exhaustion that had to be squelched because the wind never let the f up, and random bursts of uncontrollable laughter thanks to afore mentioned shot nerves until we FINALLY saw the city lights of Valentine. It was 11pm, the town was shut down (pandemic probs) and with gas station chips, cheese and water in hand, we fell into our hotel room, straight up delirious with the biggest smiles on our faces and new memories stored away.

The nonsense we get ourselves into… wouldn’t have it any other way.

Get you a Thelma to your Louise. Get yourself a friend that you can do nothing and everything with and have the time of your lives. Shoot… get yourself 20 of them. I am surrounded by friends from all walks of life who fill my cup in so many ways.

And this girl? Well, she’s my Louise.

And I think I’ll keep her.


You can find our last adventures to the Ozark Mountains here. Backroads, nightfall and nonsense. Standard.

Ozarks 2016 | Girls Trip

Another girls trip to Jessica’s moms on the Lake of the Ozarks is now in the books and as always, it came and went far too quickly. The trip never disappoints and I’m always impressed at the amount of booze a few chicks can consume.



What I love most about this little trip is it’s with girls who are laid back, free spirits, trustworthy, not worried about nor ever even mentioned body image/swimsuit comfort levels, accepting, supportive and of course crazy fun.

That’s a combination worthy of repetition.



Our crew of 5 left the Omaha area around noon on a Thursday and headed South to meet up with the Des Moines crew of 2.   We all made it around the 6 o’clock hour and headed to the grocery store to pick up our food and drink for the weekend.



Our plan for the next few days: to drink, eat and be merry and never once leave the premises with the exception of a boat ride or Jet Ski ride.


Mission: Accomplished.


We drank.  

A lot.



Don’t you worry your pretty little faces.   We killed the beers too.



We swam.



We sunbathed with Joey


Most of all we made sure to have zero cares.









We PiYo’d by the lake each morning.



And cooled off by jumping into the lake, immediately following, fully clothed.   Because how else would you do it?


We sang Karaoke.  

And by “we” I mean everyone but me! 🙂


We took a boat ride thanks to Jeff and Donna, the two greatest hosts of all time!





Enjoyed dinners together on the patio.



And also where we chatted well into the late hours of the night watching some of the most beautiful sunsets you could see.



And maybe even creeped on the neighbors a bit.  




Oooh girl… I’m telling.


Snuggle time at the top of the stairs for no real reason other then it sounded like a great idea.




We even enjoyed a few evening walks…


 or skips, if you were Jess and I.



And sometimes we had a little too much drinky drinky before the noon hour.

No judgement.   Vacay.



Basically our weekend was full of laughter, sunshine, tan lines, sun burns for a few, booze, food, entertaining girl talk, a few happy tears and a ton of awesome memories that leave us talking about it for weeks to come.











Yet another amazing Ozarks trip in the books.   I’m already scheduling in my head the next one.  

Donna – next weekend cool?





Viva Las Vegas 2015 | Girls Trip!

3 days, 3 nights, 7 girls, countless cocktails and 1 city simply known as




Girls trip to Vegas… can you imagine?   Well, we did, we made it happen and now I am going to cram three days worth of photos into one post.

Friday, January 16th.

It was a bright and early start to the day for Kristen, Jess, Tina and I so of course Bloody Mary’s were of utmost importance.  Apparently all Kristen had to do was bat her eyelashes a bit to our fight attendant and the next thing I know we all had double Mary’s.   To say I was feeling mighty fine by the time we landed is an understatement.   And no, those weren’t all mine.

I don’t think.


First stop:  Planet Hollywood to check-in, kiss Britney, unpack and get lunch while we waited for Cyndi’s flight to get in!


Britney’s show was on hiatus while we were out there.  That makes TWICE I have been in Vegas and haven’t seen her.   This is a real life tragedy for this guilty Britney lover.

Moving on… elevator mirror selfies for the WIN!



Cyndi’s arrival meant it was finally time for Vodka SLUSHIES!




Complete with red tongues!



We spent the afternoon walking and checking out the sights.  In Vegas, there is never a dull moment.


This mirror selfie is clearly well AFTER the vodka slushies.


A day of walking and cocktail sipping left us wiped by early evening.  Pathetic, huh? I blame the 9am bloody mary’s, the four shots of vodka in my slushy, the beers and whatever else went down the hatch.   Whew!   Carrie’s flight got in after 9pm so Cyndi and I rallied to walk around and have another cocktail with her.   Bonus: vodka induced shopping for the WIN.  I mean, check out this killer midnight purchase!  🙂


Want to know something super crappy about our first day in Vegas?  Tyree was also to fly in by Friday night, but her flight was CANCELLED without notification.   She was at the airport ready to rock n roll before she even found out.  No email, no phone call and no indication that it was going to be cancelled since she had checked in 24 hours prior.   Ridiculous don’t ya say?  Do NOT use   They will screw you right on over.   Thankfully Southwest Airlines was able to book her a Saturday morning flight.

Saturday, January 17th.

The morning started with an early workout and then we took off walking while we waited for Tyree’s flight to make it in.  First stop, Bellagio.




Then on to Caesar’s Forum Shops where Jessica and I ordered the BEST Bloody Mary’s we have ever had.   $20 for this baby, but it was 100% worth it.     Highly recommend. 🙂



We watched the creepiest statue show I have ever seen before making the hike back to the hotel to meet up Tyree!


Jess, me and Tina!

The gang finally together!



Saturday was hands down one of our best days there.

I don’t think we laughed as much that weekend as we did that day.




We hung out at our hotel bar to watch the end of the Iowa game.



Gambled and drank.


Walked to numerous hotels.



Made Cyndi into a MapQuest pin.



These four insane girls rode the Roller Coaster at New York, New York.



I mean, LOOK at that beast.   Hell no.



Carrie and her thought process coming alive.   I had too much alcohol in mine.



MGM Grand allowed us some couch sitting while the cocktails continued to flow.   It’s vacation.  Don’t judge.   Ok, well… some of us drank far more than others.

Tina played it cool <— smart cookie.   Some of the rest of us… ahem….. 😉 ❤


After the MGM we made our way BACK to New York, New York for some Coyote Ugly action!


We were the first in line to get in!  Causing trouble everywhere we went…


Coyote Ugly was straight up awesome.  Shots, dancing, singing, game playing, photo taking craziness all around.  It was fantastic.




Soon we found ourselves making the long walk back to the hotel to call it a night.   I don’t have picture proof, but, trust me when I say, if you go to Vegas with Kristen and you find yourself needing some food, stat, she will just help herself to any passerby’s food.   Straight up hysterical.

Sunday, January 18th.

Breakfast and coffee (bloody mary’s for a few.,. names witheld for judgement… hahaha) followed by the long walk to the Venetian.   Worth the walk to see the Gondolas in the middle of the hotel.


Carlo’s Bakery even has their own shop there.   We didn’t care to stand in the 25 minute wait of a line, but I am sure it would have been absolutely worth it!


After some shopping we decided to head back to the hotel to drop off our goodies.  Tina apparantly wanted to get in an extra workout for the day by walking down the up moving escalator.  In flip flops of all shoes too.  Funniest moment of the morning, hands down.  If only she would have opened up her shopping bag for tips from the crowd that gathered to watch.


Next stop: Fremont Street for the afternoon.





Lunch, gambling, cocktails, shopping and more walking.   We didn’t get to see the canopy light display due to us being there during the day, but Fremont street is a must to experience, regardless.



After Fremont Street we headed back to the Strip to check off our last bucket list items.

Stop 1: Sprinkle’s Cupcakes.



They have a freaking Cupcake ATM machine.  Yes, yes, I DID get mine from the ATM machine.   We need one of these babies in Omaha.



Next stop: The High Roller


5 of us purchased tickets to the 30 minute giant Ferris wheel.  This thing was MASSIVE.  Normally I am terrified of heights, but this thing moved incredibly slow and seemed so secure that it didn’t really phase me.  Shocking.

Oh, but I did take a Dramamine tablet prior. 😉







After the Ferris Wheel, Jessica & Cyndi split off to attend the Bone Thugs N Harmony concert.  Ya…. That happened.   Tina and Kristen grabbed pizza and headed back to the hotel.  Carrie, Tyree and I went to an outside bar for a few cocktails, then headed to dinner and finished up with a little walking before calling the Vegas trip an official rap at midnight.



Vegas Girls Trip 2015 was a success.   I had so much fun with each of these girlies.   It was a laid back, casual vacay.   Tyree and I actually served as the only connecting points for everyone.   I knew all the girls really well.  Tyree knew all of them but Tina, who she met briefly a few months back.    Carrie knew everyone but 3.   Cyndi only really knew 2 of us…. etc.    It was really cool to see how everyone got along.

And honestly, it was like we had all been friends for years.

Until next time.


Lake of the Ozarks- Girls Trip – June 2014

Lake of the Ozarks.

It’s a little slice of heaven for this city dwelling girl.

I’ve been to the Ozarks several times throughout my life, thanks to our good friends Jason and Amanda living down there, however, this time a Girls Trip took me back…and holy alcohol.  It was fun!



Girls Trip ~ Lake of the Ozarks ~ June 2014


Thursday June 19th- Jess, Joey and I were scheduled to take off from Omaha.  Erin and Lega -from Des Moines.

Our goal?  Leave town at noon.

In true woman form – the Omaha crew left late.   Like 1:30 late.   A trip to the bank was necessary because SOMEBODY had poor planning skills.   Ahem, Jess.  😉


This bank video screen cracked me up.


Ok – I’ll admit I had a part in that too.  Stuck at work on the phone.  What’s a girl to do?  And we had to give the pups some serious love before leaving them behind.

Once on the road, a lot of singing, snacking, face-timing the other car and absolutely  ridiculous story telling was had for the next 6 hours.  Road trips are far more fun with friends.

First stop: our weekend home, courtesy of Jessica’s cool parents.

First on the agenda:  a cocktail and time on the dock to check out the scenery.


Second stop:  The grocery store.


They might kill me – but I think their faces are priceless.


We attempted to get everything we could possibly need for Thursday-Sunday.  Wouldn’t think that’d be too hard, right?


We drank a lot.  A full fridge, cooler and bar fridge didn’t stand a chance.   We went back for more beer by Saturday morning.  Ya, we’ve still got it.


Our theme for the weekend:

On Vacay, Zero Worry, Alcohol, Relax, Kick back, Suntans and Smiles



We ended our first night sitting outside on the patio with drinks, food and good ol’ girl talk.  A perfect start to a perfect weekend.




Friday morning I was the first to wake up.  Typical me – up at the crack of dawn.

What was a girl to do when the rest of the house was sound asleep?  A bloody mary, magazine and some quiet time on the dock of course!






The rest of the weekend pretty much went like this:

  • Beer Drinking



  • Swimming



  • Jet-Skiing



  • More Swimming



  • More Drinking



  • Chilling



  • Boating







  • Jacking around on Jessica’s brothers dock across the lake.



  • Quality Girl Talk – Amanda came over!  She’s one of my college besties and lives at the lake.  Super happy she came up to hang out with us for an evening.



  • Kayaking



  • Countless photos were taken – most will be kept between us gals for fear of public humiliation and retribution.  I’ve only posted the handful that won’t cause me any serious harm. 😉



Seriously – had the BEST time with these chicks.

I hope we make this a tradition and maybe even stay an extra day.

Good friends, new friends, forever memories.



…and stupid sayings that only we can understand