"Don’t Go Crazy” These are the words my wife said to me as I geared up on Friday morning. I pondered her words as I grabbed this and that, strapped this down, added that, left those and zipped, buckled, velcroed my way to a safe landing if need be. What did she mean by that? I am going on trips like these so I won’t go crazy, but maybe she knows all too well what can happen when I go at it alone…it can get crazy…..my inability at times to call it quits. I have been known to have a problem with portions. So, without a partner on this adventure she knew that I might push too far. Be it with miles, terrain, speed, whatever…I may not find a voice of sound judgment and reason when the time comes… Damn it, she was right With just about no planning, other than a general area of exploration, a time frame of staying gone (two nights) and some meals (2 dinners/2 breakfast) I took off late Friday morning. I didn’t know exactly what roads I would ride or where I was setting camp. I did make a commitment that I would not be paying to sleep in the dirt. I would go primitive rogue style. I wasn’t packing up to get away only to sleep in an established campground with RVs and generators going. I was just going to go and see where the day took me. I like it that way, plans would require some time lines and time lines sound like work. It works quite well sometimes and other times it bites me in the ass. Wonder how it will work this time?