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Old 06-14-2009, 09:39 AM   #1
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Cat Herder's Skidmore Fork Campout

Okay, guys, post up your pics from the ride here.


The Second Date
By Skippii

It's been a year now since I took Melissa on that ill-fated date to the top of Reddish Knob. It was a good 5 months or so before we saw each other again, but she doesn't seem to hold a grudge.
The Ninja was eventually rescued from the forest and received a bit of maintenance, including a new clutch. She never fully recovered, however, and less than a month later suffered a full engine seizure. In her place, I'd purchased a Ducati 800ss. I loved that bike, but found I couldn't keep myself out of the woods and the dirt, and it soon became clear that this was not the correct motorcycle for that style of riding. It was also excruciatingly inappropriate for 2,000 mile weeks. It did get me lots of attention, however, from other riders, random ladies, not least of all, police officers.
So, that one was very soon traded for a Suzuki DL1000 V-Strom Dual-purpose machine. Or, as my friends affectionately called it as they helped me pick it up from the dirt trails, "That 550 pound pig".

The Laurel Fork Camp Out in West Virginia was only a month ago. That was the when the V-Strom declared that, despite what I put it through, it wasn't really a dirt bike. This is a story for another day, but suffice to say that as I lay against the tree at the bottom of the ledge, looking 15 feet up at my friends on their lightweight, knobby-tired KLX and TW street-legal dirtbikes, I realized there just might be something to their logic.

With the poor V-Strom now rotting in some Insurance Company's salvage yard, and a recently purchased Suzuki DR350S in my garage, you can be quite assured that I was eager to go on another camping trip.


Such an opportunity was presented this past weekend, with the Cat Herder's Skidmore Fork Camp Out.
Skidmore Fork is a road that leads out from Switzer Dam, in the National Forest a half hour away.

Two days before the event, it occurs to me that this could be an excellent opportunity to see Melissa again. Not as a date: I know she has a boyfriend, but as long a he's not one of those super-jealous types who would object to her sleeping in a tent with another guy, it should be a fun weekend trip. Melissa had just the night before returned from a three week trip to the Philippines, so I called her up. When I explained that I'd just totaled a motorcycle by riding it of a cliff, but now had a new one and wanted her to ride on the back while I got to test it out for the first time, she eagerly agreed.

Okay, maybe she's a little strange, but she is friends with me. What do you expect.
This does, however, present a slight problem. There's really not a lot of space on the DR350. The seat isn't really big enough to be comfortable for one person, let alone two people and camping gear. Immediately after purchasing it, I'd put on a topcase rack, so I had some storage space--but not a whole lot.


Clearly, I'm not going to be able to fit all the camping gear, let alone Melissa, in that case.
The day of the event, I call up Melissa again, and tell her to pack light--sleeping bag, toothbrush, raincoat, and one change of clothes. She says she'll be over to my house in a few hours. That gives me one hour to prepare, and two hours to sleep, as I'm working graveyard shift and haven't actually gone to bed yet.
One hour to figure out how to make everything fit. Shouldn't be too hard. Besides, girls always pack really light, right? I look around the garage. I have some bungee cords, some motorcycle tie-down straps, a GIVI Wingrack that I haven't gotten around to installing on another motorcycle, and some rebar.
A plan forms in my head, and I don my welding mask.

A few minutes later, I emerge from the garage with this contraption.


I won't include any closeups, because welding is most certainly NOT one of my skills. Most of my welds tend to fall apart if I do so much as tie a helium balloon to them, but I have faith in this extra luggage rack for some reason.
The rebar slides into the existing luggage rack ends, and basically extends the rack by another few feet.

The Wingrack includes a bracket to hold another topcase. I don't have any way to attach this to my rack extension though. That is to say, even I wouldn't consider a single tie-down strap to hold them together an "attachment".



I'll go ahead and say it.
This is probably a really, really stupid idea.




Satisfied with my ingenuity, I take a nap for a couple of hours. When I wake and call Melissa to ask where she is, it seems she'd decided to do the same.
Shortly afterwards, she arrives.

Melissa is actually pretty good at packing light. I did have to wonder why she needed to bring a full 1-POUND container of salt, though. I thought she ate healthy!
And why did she need to bring all those condoms? Her boyfriend was staying in Harrisonburg while she was sleeping in a tent with me, so unless he was planning on driving up to visit her, I don't know what point they would serve.
Certainly something a little curious about those, but I can't think of any tactful way to ask, so I ignore them.

I mean, I'd brought condoms, too. But not for Melissa...or even for me. Mine were the super-extra-large ones so that I can pull them over my not-waterproof GPS when it rains. It looks a little strange, but it works! Here's a picture from last year.

Not that I felt any need to explain any of that to Melissa. She probably saw them in my supplies, but....well, she probably couldn't think of any tactful way to ask, either.

Primitive camping is fun, but it does mean you have to take more stuff. One case is pretty much filled just with the 3 gallons of drinking water and some food. (Given the heat and humidity here, and the exercise involved with dirt riding, it's certainly not unreasonable to go through a lot more water than you'd expect).
But somehow, we got it all on the bike. Tent, two sleeping bags, water, food, supplies, condoms and all.
Here's the picture of the bike, ready to go.



In other words, a perfect example of how NOT to pack a bike.

Well, unless you really like doing wheelies. Definitely keeps the front end pretty light. Handling was pretty awful. I kept the ride pretty smooth (if not exactly slow), and I don't think Melissa even noticed when the front end lofted a bit by mistake.

We met up with a few of the other Cat Herders at H14XL's house. He was originally supposed to join us on the trip, but wasn't sure if he could make it due to a shoulder injury. Luckily, the Doctor cleared him and told him he was fine to go motorcycling, and H14XL was so happy that he broke his leg a few hours later. Even if he wouldn't be riding with us, though, the group of us still met at his house. When we arrived, I introduced Melissa to everyone. They responded with the usual "Nice to meet you". Then I mentioned that she was actually the semi-famous "Reddish Knob Girl". Everyone immediately exclaimed "Oh, God, that was YOU?" followed by quick interrogation as to her sanity for going out on another trip with me.
And when I say "everyone", I mean it. People I've never met before who live 200 miles away have told me how they've received forwarded messages in their e-mail containing the story I wrote last year. So I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when everybody there--even the members of H14XL's family, knew immediately who she was. And for the rest of the weekend, they all referred to her as "Reddish Knob Girl".




Then together, we all headed out. Reddish Knob Girl and I on the DR350, HburgNinja on his Yamaha TW200, Manganos on his Supermoto WR250, NiceViewBehindBars on his WR250X, and H14XL, not wanting to miss out on a camping trip despite his leg, in his pickup with the truck bed full of camp chairs and firewood. Awesome! We should break someone's leg before every trip!

We plowed through the fog and mist down Route 33, up the twisties, and then turned off into the dirt just before the West Virginia State Line. A mile or so down a rocky, muddy dirt road, we arrived at the campsite where we were greeted by fellow campers Mtngoat with his XT and and Pomo with a nice, shiny F800GS.

I don't like to admit it, but seeing his huge, powerful adventure beast made me miss the V-Strom a bit. Just a bit, though that soon went away when I saw the difficulties he was having keeping that thing upright through some of the rock gardens we'd later ride over.


We got a campfire going, pitched up our tents, had some food and drink, and had a great time chatting about anything and everything.
Reddish Knob Girl told us about her experiences in the Philippines, including how she'd just had her belly button pierced. Aha! That explains the all the salt she brought, for disinfecting.
I'm sure there's an equally innocent story for the condoms she brought.
And there was...she told me that when she got back--almost 48 hours now--she'd broken up with her boyfriend, and was single.

Um...okay, maybe that's not an innocent explanation, but I'm not complaining. Though I must have been thinking about that so much that I can't remember anything else that was discussed that night.
(Yes, that's a nice way of saying there's no way in hell I'm posting the rest of the stories on the Internet.)

So, we all had a great time, talking, being merry, and I gave Reddish Knob Girl a demonstration of some of the latest things I've learned in class...something I've noticed has become much more popular since I switched from studying physics and calculus to studying massage therapy.

Here are some pictures from the campfire (mostly of Melissa, because I think she's pretty), before it got late and we all went to bed.














And as the night progressed...


.....and that's as far as I got.

I'm not going to pretend to understand a damn thing about what the hell goes on inside of a girls head. But when we headed back to the tent, I got rejected from the "goodnight kiss", and I've got to admit I didn't see that one coming.

No matter, though. I came on this trip for the rides, and having fun with friends, and I couldn't be more satisfied with how that turned out.

Besides, it was Manganos who's night could really have been better. Opting to go for a simple hammock between two trees instead of a tent, he suffered a midnight reminder of why you shouldn't trust anyone else to tie knots for you.
It went from this...

to this....


Anyway......on to the rides!

Well, almost. In the morning, I discovered this critter wanted to join Reddish Knob Girl and me in the tent. Is that an egg sack?


Anyway, that spider reminded me of something I'd been meaning to do.
I went into HburgNinja's tent when he wasn't looking an put this inside next to his sleeping bag. Because I'm a good friend.

Hey, there's always room for a rubber snake when packing for a camping trip.

The first ride was a relatively easy outing several miles through dirt and rocks to the top of Flagpole Knob. The weather, in an extremely uncommon occurrence this year, was beautiful, if a bit foggy. Reddish Knob Girl and HburgNinja stayed back at camp for this one--Melissa still being very jet lagged and HburgNinja waiting for another few Cat Herders to arrive.
It was a great ride, enjoyable but fast-paced enough that we didn't bother to take pictures. We ended up going right past Flagpole and on to Reddish Knob--I'm almost glad Melissa didn't come, lest that bring back flashbacks of a previous date. This time, however, we did actually take thecorrect road.

Afterwards, we went back to camp, picked up Reddish Knob Girl and Hburgninja, and went over to Fat Boy's Pork Palace for lunch.

In retrospect, this may not have been the greatest place to take a vegan girl, but we were finally able to get a vegan meal.

Not wanting her to the only troublesome one in the group, I managed to order a glass of milk, a serving of ice cream, and a really big spoon and straw after being told they didn't serve milkshakes.

When we went back to camp, I gave Melissa a 3 minute explanation of how to ride a motorcycle, and told her to jump on.


She did very well, going up and down the dirt road by the campsite. I followed her in HburgNinja's TW200, taking the opportunity to find out if it was possible to wheelie a bike with only 13 horsepower.


The verdict? Yes it is, but the owner didn't seem to happy about it.


Whatever. Once I crash one of his bikes on the highway, we'll be even. Until then, he's forever in my debt. (A few months earlier, I'd allowed him the pleasure of trying to keep the pig upright...after I'd raised the bike to a 35-inch seat height.)

After lunch, Motocox and Kawikazi showed up, and several of us went for another, more technical but equally fast ride down some rather tricky terrain, including crossing some streams, big puddles, and scary hillclimbs. At one point I was behind Kawikazi, and looking for a good chance to pass him. Not too long afterwards, he slowed and pulled off to the side of the road, and I gassed it to go ahead.
The nice thing about the DR350 is that it really can handle any kind of terrain, so I don't have to worry about rocks, puddles, or other things that would make me slow down on the V-strom. Other people apparently still slow down or try to avoid these things, though--so as I plowed through the 2-foot deep puddle at 35mph, I realized that Kawikazi had actually slowed to go around--trying to avoid getting wet. It would have worked out for him, too, if it hadn't been for the 8-foot high tidal wave I left in my wake.
Well, what do you expect when you ride in the dirt tracks? When we stopped later, I apologized, but he thought it was almost as amusing as I did.
Almost.



There was one hillclimb of particular difficulty on this route.

Being one of the first at the top, and worried that Pomo might not be able to clear the 18-inch jump up a rock required if you didn't pick a good line, I walked back down to point him out an alternate way up the mountain. You can see me here on the left, and Motocox preparing to clear anything that might be in his path.

HburgNinja came up next, and I waved him by, knowing he'd done this route before.
Then Pomo came, and I pointed out the detour that avoided the huge rocks. He went that direction for about 20 feet before stopping, turning off his bike, and giving me a look that clearly meant "Why the hell would I go up there? You've got to be kidding me!"
Well, the detour may have avoided some of those rocks, but that still doesn't mean it's easy! I told him I thought this route would be better since it avoided...well...at that point I just pointed to HburgNinja, who was clearly coming to the realization that he had NOT picked the best line.



It did not end well.



But eventually, everyone was at the top of the hill, and we proceeded on for some more great riding.

Back at camp, some people roasted marshmallows, some people cooked burgers, and I dried out my gloves by the fire.


More stories were told, good times had by all, until we all went back to bed, and, unfortunately, to sleep.
In the morning it was time to go home.
But not before I stumbled out of the tent towards the scent of warm donuts, supplied by HBurgNinja. I might be soaking wet, freezing cold, and half asleep, but dammit, I WILL eat donuts for breakfast.


Luckily, Reddish Knob Girl was kind enough to put some extra warmth on me. I don't actually remember putting this on. I'm pretty sure my eyes weren't open yet, or I may have objected.



XC Rider unexpectedly dropped by the campsite just then, sorry to have missed the campout, but wanting to meet and great fellow cat herders. It happened to work out very well, as while I packed up the tent and our stuff, Reddish Knob Girl was able to take my bike and get some more riding lessons from XC Rider.

When they returned, we loaded up the bike, said our goodbyes, and headed back to Harrisonburg.



After a pleasant sunny ride back to my house, we crammed Reddish Knob Girl's articles into a backpack, and then I gave her a quick (very quick) ride back to her house on my CBR-600. Definately a very different animal than the DR350S, but equally fun.

All in all, we had a great time. No one got hurt, no bikes got destroyed, and no one got pregnant.

Amazingly, my luggage rack worked out perfectly. No problems at all, once you get used to hardly being able to steer.

The weight balance did take its toll, though.
After the ride, note the difference between the front tire:


..and the rear:



They didn't look like that when we started!

And finally, here is a video from HburgNinja with various clips from the weekend:
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Old 06-14-2009, 10:34 AM   #2
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The Cat Herder's Skidmore Fork, Va campout was this weekend.

I have my new steed, a 1991 DR350S.
It came with a luggage rack, and I was able to put a Givi braket onto it to mount a pretty big top case.
Awesome! Good to go, right?


3 days without access to running water.....
Better bring some along in this heat.
(Even if it is raining, it's a hot rain!)

Wow, 3 gallons of water really fills a good bit of space...and pretty much makes up the weight capacity of my luggage rack all by itself.

No matter, I can still make it work.

Add in other essential camping supplies, such as a cast iron skillet, and the case gets filled up pretty quickly.

Well, then I get a call.
This really hot girl I know just got back from 3 weeks in the Phillipines.
This is the same girl from the Reddish Knob story in my signature: Melissa.
I invite her to join in. She accepts. Awesome.

Because, you know, girls always pack light, right? Surely I can fit another sleeping bag in that top case....

No.
Not going to happen.

I've got about one hour to figure out how I'm going to pull this one off before I leave.
Let's see....what scraps of junk do I have lying around the garage?

Aha....I have rebar!

Didn't have enough time to take pictures of the cutting and welding that went on then, but here's the end result of a few minutes with a metal saw and an arc welder.



I won't include any closeups, because welding is most certainly NOT one of my skills. Most of my welds tend to fall apart if I do so much as tie a helium balloon to them, but I have faith in this extra luggage rack for some reason.

The rebar slides into the existing luggage rack ends, and basically extends the rack by another few feet.

I do have another mounting bracket for another bike that I've not yet gotten around to installing. I have absolutely no way to attach it to this contraption, though.

That is to say, even I wouldn't consider a single tie-down strap to hold them together an "attachment".




I'll go ahead and say it.
This is probably a really, really stupid idea.



Melissa shows up, and we manage to pack all sorts of stuff into the two top cases.
Melissa is actually pretty good at packing light. I did have to wonder why she needed to bring a full 1-POUND container of salt, though. I thought she ate healthy! And why did she need to bring all those condoms? Her boyfriend was staying in Harrisonburg while she was sleeping in a tent with me, so unless he was planning on driving up to visit her, I don't know what point they would serve.
I mean, I'd brought condoms, too, but mine were the super-extra-large ones so that I can pull them over my not-waterproof GPS when it rains. (Not that I felt a need to explain that to Melissa, though...)
Pic from last year:


Okay, so, all packed up with lots of food and cooking supplies, tools, water, clothes, tent, two sleeping bags, mattress pad, and rain suits:


In other words, a perfect example of how NOT to pack a bike.

Well, unless you really like doing wheelies. Definately keeps the front end pretty light. Handling was pretty awful. I kept the ride pretty smooth (if not exactly slow), and I don't think Melissa even noticed when the front end lofted a bit by mistake.

Then we camped. It sure did feel nice to unpack the bike and take off the extra weight!
My bike, tent, and Hburgninja and Pomo:


Random pics from around the campsite. Good times, good eats, and good chatting and finding out more than we wanted to know about each other through a game of Never Have I Ever. The only bit of info to which I payed any attention to, however, was the part where Melissa mentioned she'd been single for almost 48 hours.






H14xl came with us in his truck, despite a broken leg, and brought firewood.


Melissa drinking from a Cromag Campout cup:


Managos:


Melissa & Mike


This critter wanted to join Melissa and I in the tent. Is that an egg sack?
Anyone know what kind of spider that is?


Meanwhile, I went into Mike's tent when he wasn't looking an put this inside. Because I'm a good friend.


I let Melissa take my bike out on some dirt for a while after a 3-minute lesson on how to ride a motorcycle.

I followed on Mike's TW200.


It takes some getting used to wheelieing that bike, with all of its 13 horsepower, but once you figure out how to do it, it's not that hard. Mike, however, didn't seem too pleased.


Whatever. Once I crash one of his bikes on the highway, we'll be even.

We did lots of rides, during which I didn't take any pictures.
I did get incredibly soaked, though.
While the other guys roasted marshmallows and hot dogs, I dried out my gloves.


More pictures of melissa, because she's hot.



The night got late, and we all went back to our tents, and most unfortunately, went to sleep.

Eventually, time came to go home.
A pleasant sunny ride home, and then I gave Melissa a quick (very quick) ride back to her house on my CBR-600. Definately a very different animal than the DR350S.

But, we had a great time.

Amazingly, my luggage rack worked out perfectly. No problems at all.
The weight balance did take its toll, though.
After the ride, note the difference between the front tire:


..and the rear:

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After getting off work and packing my gear, it began to rain again Trash Bags over the main stuff sack for added protection. Right before leaving my house at 6:10PM


I was running a little late so decided to stop by Chateau' De Skippii and he had not begun packing the bike yet. I told him to take his time and that this was a Cat Herders sorta thing. I filled up at the Shell Station on Rt. 33W and rode over to h14xl's house. This is the first time I had been to his beautiful home in the picturesque Hinton farmland of the Shenandoah Valley


It was also the first time I saw his broken leg after a canoeing accident on the Shenandoah a few weeks prior.


h14xl, his wife and I sat and chatted in the driveway for about 20 minutes until niceviewbehindbars and manganos arrived.



Then Skippii showed up with the famous "Reddish Knob Girl"


Man what a setup


Rebar will solve some things I suppose:


Manganos unloading his pristine supermoto


Flatlanders


From h14xl's house, we headed the 10 miles or so on backroads then Rt.33 to the turn for Switzer Dam. Continuing down the road, we eventually came over the bridge and spotted mtngoat and pomo already chillaxn and wondering what took us so long. They should have known this was a Cat Herders sorta thing -hell we could have not even showed up

After establishing camp and getting the fire started, we sat around and had the usual ADV chit chat about bikes, tires, oil and motorcycle politics.
From Skidmore Fork Campout


From Skidmore Fork Campout


Had a nice little fire going and a few quality brews
From Skidmore Fork Campout


Around midnight, we all turned in.


Some of us turned over
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From Skidmore Fork Campout

From Skidmore Fork Campout



I think we got him back to normal.

In his defense, I tied the hammock to a rope already up there on the tree. It was that rope that snapped

Goodnight Salute


The next morning, I awoke at 5:45


Moon was out


As well as the bear bate outside Skippii's tent


Beautiful fog over the stream. Splashed my face with the cool water and was much more alert than earlier


I wanted a cup of coffee but had left my trusty tin cup at home Back to Harrisonburg, can't camp without my tin cup (not actually tin but give me a break)


Manganos was up from his hammock of death and said he slept poorly and wanted a Coca-Cola, Peanut Butter Crackers and some water from town. Okay!


On the way out, I rode by the lake and was afforded this magnificent view


33 without a car on it. Just beautiful mists


Stopped at Wally World and parked next to this COG member from NY named Ben. He was with a group from NY staying at the Harrisonburg Ramada Inn. We chatted for a bit - he knew MOB and Guy so I told them I'd pass on his pic. Looks like he went down this weekend but was fortunately unhurt.



Picked up Manganos' munchies and went home to get my cup (and a shower while I was there

I rode back to camp and everyone was waiting for me. Hey at least I brought them Bananas and Donuts

After chilling around for a bit, most of the group, save h14xl, Reddish Knob Girl and myself stayed back at camp.

Manganos getting ready to be a hooligan extrordinaire!


niceviewbehindbars suiting up and h14xl surveying the scene with frustration that he could not join


Pomo and his awesome F800GS


I helped h14xl pack his gear while Reddish Knob Girl slept (jet lag from Phillipines) The group went off up to Flagpole, Reddish Knob then down to Brandywine via the dirt road to Sugar Grove. Skippii and Manganos returned to camp to get us for lunch at Fat Boy's Pork BBQ in Brandywine.


Manganos pointed out a creative spelling of Dipped


Vegan meal. I give her credit though for standing up to a bunch of Carnivores


Mmmmm...my pork BBQ


Manganos with the creepy "Get the F away from my BBQ" look


Leaving BBQ.


Skippii and I fueled up then returned to camp. At this point, Reddish Knob Girl took her first ever motorcycle lesson from Skippii in our campsite. She must hvae been nervous with 6 guys around her giving advice and waiting for her to fall. She did remarkably well and really got the hang of it quick! (Video Coming Tonight)

Around 1:00, Kawikazi showed up in a creative waterproof layer


From here, Motocox, Kawikazi, Pomo, Skippii, Niceviewbehindbars and I left for a ride up to Meadow Knob then down to Union Springs. I unknowingly left me box unlatched and had to nervously retrace my ride until I found the lost contents over the course of a half mile. MUCH thanks to Pomo for finding both my gloves! Phew! Motored on and caught up with the group.

Here we are at the intersection of Dunkle Hollow and Flagpole Knob Rd. Motocox went up to Flagpole to explore and said there were about 50 HAM radio operators up there at a gathering.


Here is a shot with motocox in it as well (L>R: HBN, Motocox, Pomo, Skippii, Kawikazi, niceviewbehindbars)


I have no photos of this ride but I assure you the other's are spectacular.

Eventually we made it down to the Dry River Store in Clover Hill for some gas. Check out Skippii's prune hands!


The group took off for camp and Skippii and I set out for Harrisonburg to get Vegan Burgers and other stuff from Martins.

Pit stop at the garage of catastrophe and squirrels on hampster wheels on the way to reinflate his bald tires


Back at camp we all cooked up some dinner and got back into the swing of camp life.



"Leather race gloves roasting over an open fire"...hey wait a minute


Motocox smoking his boots


Time for the sinew-mallow


Skippii juggling glowing red rebar. You know the typical Saturday night Cat Herder


Some assorted pics around the campfire














Played a few "Never have I evers" and some off color conversations and all were off to bed.

The morning was beautiful with the sun shining through the trees.







Obligatory flower shot


Skippii's Den


Breakfast Time




A face only a mother could love


Mtngoat and the team loading his XT


Skippii dancing his barefoot path to the donuts


Lets call them TEAM PINK


You never know who may be watching


Teamwork


An unexpected visitor: XC Rider! He had a rough Saturday with Fire Dept. training but at least we can say he made it out.


"Alright Reddish Knob Girl kick start it here!"


The third member of Skippii's tent


After packing up our gear, we headed out for the Valley DS Tag in Riven Rock but couldn't find the Cache. Oh well.


Home


Great weekend and it was nice meeting new inmates. This will be the first of many more Skidmore events to come. Cya at the next campout!
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Thanks guys for the invite and the pics. Yep my ass fell from the Hammock and I was cold as shit for two nights. I've already detailed my WRX back to pre-skidmore condition and now I'm writing of list of crap that I should bring on my next campout :)
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The DR350 with the double top case / wheelie bar takes the cake! Looks like a wet campout.
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I know a great time was had by all. Can't wait for the next one!

Breakfast Saturday morning: Double sausage and egg on a bun the melted in your mouth. Yummmy!

Locals going in to play in the forest.


You have to have a shot of the Dry River sign.


I finally made to camp and met up with everyone, but not before I got caught in a down pour and was soaked to the bone.
Everyone rolled out and we made to it Meadow knob. The views were great until the fog/clouds came in.


HBN found his lid.


Sweet GS.

Here is where it gets interesting. HBN's boss is able to climb the hill with no problems.

HBN, on the other hand has issues.

T-DUBB DOWN!

When it hit the ground it made a sickening crunch sound. But to almost everyones surprise, the only damage was a broken turn signal.

Kids swimming.

He jumped, but not before he chugged the rest of his beer.

Night has now fallen. There is nothing like bench racing while sitting around a camp fire with a cold beverage.

Your going to put your eye out!


Have a good night.

The ride home was beautiful.


All in all, a great weekend with great people.
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Nice pics, we'll be headed your way on thurs. The spider looked like a rekluse.
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Old 06-14-2009, 03:40 PM   #10
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Just wait till ya'll see the shot of the T-DUBB that Niceviewbehindbars got ;)
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Old 06-14-2009, 08:25 PM   #12
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Edited and compressing. Just you wait!

It says 240min left for compression so we'll see. Its 8:42 long






It looks much better on my computer but I was having trouble compressing it from 1.72GB to something with higher quality. Will try again tomorrow

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Old 06-15-2009, 05:33 AM   #13
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Meadow Knob


Motocox and Skippi


Hburg's Boss


Hburgninja - I have no idea how I got this shot. Who says a TW can't wheelie?? I won't tell you what happened after this..






Back to camp..



Little man giving me a hand once we got back to the flatlands




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Great pics Graham! I think I remember that wheelie

PB link requires PW though.
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PB link requires PW though.
Try it now.
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