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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by MeanStreaker, Aug 7, 2011.
Excellent, he'll be riding before you know it.
Congrats on the new guy. Babies are great. So innocent, so helpless, they smell so good and they love you unconditionally...
And then they ruin it by growing into teenagers
Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. I've set seven of 'em loose in the world..Well, six. One's still at the house, causing headaches and heartburn.
great ride report. congrats on the kid! great name, i named my son Parker as well.
Just wanted to say that I enjoyed the RR...while it lasted
I totally understand how having kids can interrupt life...in a good way...and that posting a RR can be time consuming. A small group of us are planning on doing a version of this trip, also on big bikes, in a few weeks. Not sure if anyone will have time to post a RR though since we all have at least two kids
wow beauteefull Momma and Baby pic.. enjoy it while you can.. one day I woke up .... and my boys were married!:eek1
Thanks to everyone for still saying you enjoy this RR, even though I had to abandon it long ago.
It is amazing how fast time flies. It seems like just yesterday DryFire and I were tearing up these trails. It's still the best trip I've ever taken.
The little guy is 18 months old now and doing great... running and climbing all over the place. We recently moved to five acres outside city limits, so he'll have some room for a little dirtbike trail.
I have the rest of our UPAT pictures re-sized, so I think I'm going to dust this report off. I'll probably just post a bunch of pics in chronological order without much commentary, for fear of leaving this hanging again.
Good morning from High Rock Bay!
DryFire and I awoke refreshed from the most beautiful campsite I've ever enjoyed...
packed everything up, and headed back back towards Copper Harbor for breakfast.
But First, we had to check out the Rocket Range that was just a stone's throw from where we laid our heads.
Unfortunately the bugs were so incredibly terrible I didn't take many pictures. We had a very quick look around and jetted out of there.
Back in civilization.
Ironically we sat near the two riders that told us the camping prices at the park before we decided to bushwhack it into the (dark) unknown.
We discussed at breakfast how we're way behind schedule. A decision is made to veer off Cannon's route for the first real time and burn up some miles. At least the pavement coming out of Copper Harbor is beautiful, and twisty.
All the while, I made sure to carry out my trash from last night's campsite.
Motoring on, we came to the quaint town of Calumet.
Definitely roads worthy of Thumpers.
After high tailing it slab-like for awhile we veered back onto the UPAT, hungry for dirt and vistas.
Tim gets stung!!!
That brings us to a tourist stop at the Quincy Mine and Hoist Natl Historic Park just north of Hancock.
We take a look around, each buy a precious piece of copper for our respective Mrs's.... and head into town.
The Lift Bridge connecting Hancock and Houghton was really neat to watch.
We were lucky enough to see it in action so a ship could pass under.
Time to get out of town.
This short stretch through an old access road (I'm guessing) that is now more meadow than anything was really cool.
Tim is definitely enjoying himself.
We roll in to Iron River and decide to get our first hotel since unloading the bikes. We stop at a motel with a handwritten note on the locked office door to call a number for availability.
I do so.
While waiting, we chat up a nice guy on a large goldwing pulling a little trailer. They had certainly put a lot of miles on that bike.
The lady shows up, is really nice asking about our trip, and doesn't mind our dusty selves being in her joint.
And head to dinner across the street, thanks to a recommendation from a cute girl working at the gas station.
Incredible fresh fish buffet.
That wraps up Day Four of our UPAT Adventure. Only one more day on the road for us before heading back to the real world.
I have a night cap left over from my camping supplies that is only a little worse for the wear after banging around Tim's top box all day... and try to figure out how to convince the wife to decorate our abode in "Yooper Chicque".
Hey! You're back!!