You folks in the mid-South and South enjoy your riding and please share your trip photos/videos with us, so we can ride vicariously!
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Well the weather was promising so my son and I decided to go camping for a few nights. We loaded up the bikes and my trailer "Gort" and headed for Inks Lake State Park just west of Burnet, TX. Our plan was to stay 2 nights but we decided to make it 3 nights and just have fun. There were only a few people there when we arrived on Wednesday and we had our choice of spots. Cost for the camp site was $20 per night with water but no electric. Since "Gort" is solar powered, we were happy with the arrangement. Sitting up camp the wind was crisp and blowing out of the NW. Temps were in the 50's but nightfall brought a chill as the temps dropped to the lower 20's. We had brought some good food so we ate steaks and baked potatoes and grilled onions cooked over an open fire. We fished all 3 days but caught really nothing but we didn't care anyway. We just wanted to enjoy the out doors and be away from cell phones, computers and the everyday grind of life. The trailer powered us all the time we were there with both AC and DC and we encountered no problems in that area.
Nights were filled with the barks and yelps of at least 3 packs of Coyotes that were around and obviously they fed on the local critters. We were visited by squirrels, armadillos, deer and at one point Thursday night we heard what we believe to be a bob cat which was right by the bikes. We saw every type bird imaginable and I spent some time photographing them at rest and in flight. We sat around the camp fire at night and told jokes, lies and imagined all sorts of things. By the light of the camp fire we became rich, we traveled all over America, we had every thing our minds could conjure up. There were no limits to where we went and when we went and with whom we went. It was "freedom of the mind" and most enjoyable. We fished but caught nothing but we didn't care cause it just wasn't important. In fact, nothing was important except to enjoy the moment that we were in and wait for the next surprise. Isn't that what camping is all about anyway?
Isaac had his Hennesy Hammock and I had my brand new cot tent from Cabella's. (Thanks Larry for the idea) We had Peanut our loyal and vicious watch dog who aggressively defended both our lives and our honors against the marauding, villainous armadillos that kept invading our camp site. So, days in the 50's and nights in the 20's passed in the blink of an eye. We packed up and left on New Years Eve and returned to the real world. Our adventure in time and space had come to an end but we can always say that for 3 nights the better part of 4 days we escaped into a time zone that is way more exciting and memorable than the one we live in most of the time. We met some nice people and I am posting a picture of my son Isaac and a fellow who was in the camp site next to us. I am eager to see if anybody recognizes who he is. The mysterious person is the one on the left. If you can identify him, please post the name. I am especially wanting to know if any of you guys way up north can figger out who he is....Especially since you made a point some months ago about really being into this sort of thing.
So, here are some of the shots I took and since I can only post 5, I will put a few more in another post. Go camping and you'll never know who you might meet....