It's late and I've got a lot of lost ground to cover so I'll make this short. I was supposed to be in western Idaho by now but I'm in south central Oregon instead. It's already been chronicled that aaron and I got a late start out of Carson City. Still, we were only 40 miles from my target when my clutch started slipping. I babied it in 3rd gear into Alturas, CA where we spent the night. In the morning, I performed an adjustment on the clutch and aaron and I parted company. I wasn't 10 miles out of town when the clutch started slipping again. This time, I had to baby it in 2nd gear back to Alturas. There are no motorcycle repair faciities in Alturas so I took the clutch apart in the parking lot of the Super 8. Some of the friction disks were down to almost nothing. Even some of the steel discs were about half size. I cleaned things up as best I could, put it all back together and gave it a try. No go. The clutch was definitely shot. A call to the towing service indicated that the closest repair facility was in Klamath Falls, OR, 100 miles away. It wasn't the direction I was heading but what choice did I have? I OK'd the tow and arrived in Klamatah Falls around 5. The owner didn't have a new clutch pack but he took the pack out of his own bike and installed it in mine. It only had about 500 miles on it and looked fine. There were some problems with the adjustments so I didn't get out of the shop until 8. Keep in mind, they normally close at 6. The bike seems good to go and I'll try to make up for lost time tomorrow. Still hoping to hook up with Iron Mike in the Tri Cities area of Washington tomorrow night. If I make it that far, I'll almost be back on track. Gotta go. I need to get up early.