Ok folks, I'm putting up a quick ride report about my Memorial Day '09 overnight camping trip to Vermont, don't expect a Tierra del Fuego and Back by Supper thread, or RTW on a Chopped 50cc Unicycle. (I'm not poking fun at those excellent threads on this page...believe me, those reports sustain me through my cubicle-bound weekdays ) Anyway, this was my first motorcycle camping trip, though by no means my first camping trip! I am fortunate enough to have a basement full of outdoor gear from years of hiking, backpacking, skiing, and general paycheck blowing. I've been dreaming of camping off the bike since I bought the Strom last year; it's the perfect machine for the task and I don't regret selling my cruiser for one instant! Well, a trip can't start without goodbyes. Bye doggers! Another shot, because she's my puppy and this is my ride report! Ok, moving on. The target for today's mission was Kelley Stand Road in southern Vermont, a brief 4-hour ride from home base in central Connecticut. It is a seasonal gravel road (closed in winter) that cuts through a large swath of the Green Mountain National Forest. After some GoogleEarth inspection, I picked out a few tentative campsites, but my general plan was to stay loose and just find an interesting place to camp. If all else failed, my backup was Jamaica State Park. Onwards. The Farmington River in (appropriately enough) Riverton, CT. I'm not a fan of antique shops or anything, it just seems like appropriate photo material for a ride report. Otis Reservoir in Massachusetts. Otis Reservoir was an example of the serendipity of navigating by GPS. When I plan a route by maps, I subconsciously wind up picking roads I've been on. I just do. And rides get repetitive. With the GPS, I select just enough waypoints to keep Mapsource from routing me on the interstates or through cities, but other than that I just kind of trust it to get me there. It takes me places that I would never think of just by looking at a map. I used to be skeptical of the GPS, thinking it was for the navigationally-challenged or lazy, but the damned things work! Of course, my recollection of where I have been is somewhat hazy because instead of paying attention to route signs along the way, I just wait for the GPS to tell me to turn. (BTW, of course I keep paper maps on the bike in case the electronics fail...former Boy Scout and all, plus, I think maps are pieces of art and they're just fun to look at anyways). Lunch somewhere in MA. I suppose I was on Route 20! A ride report is incomplete without the obligatory food shots. The turkey club was excellent. Westfield River, somewhere in MA. I was generally winding north via Routes 112 and 8A. My GPS is not afraid to bring me on some dirt roads! Northern New Englanders will often refer to a stone wall as a stone fence. Makes more sense, at least from an agricultural perspective. One does not wall in cattle, one fences in cattle! Motorcycle resplendent in foliage.