August was an inferno in Alabama. The hot, still air is like the uncomfortable blast of heat you feel when you open the oven door. It was the perfect time to go on vacation to Idaho and Montana. I flew out with friends to meet the kind souls who trailered our dirt bikes to Pocatello. I rode 1800 miles in 9 days on single track, double track, dirt roads, farm roads, open desert and Massacre Mountain (for those who were there, no explanation is necessary... for those who were not, no explanation is possible). I found out that Alabama had had such miserable weather because God was saving the good stuff for Idaho. It was remarkable.   http://picasaweb.google.com/ryann515/201008TOTBestOf