The original plan for my first long trip on my F800GS was to ride to Yosemite to meet some friends for a weekend, then cruise back to Seattle along the coast, but the night before departure they decided to cancel instead. Arse. I needed a new plan. A quick phone call to my old mate Chris in Detroit (a fellow ADV newbie and off road incompetent) - "Want to come out and ride the west coast for a week?". "Yeah okay, find me a bike." Vacation is pushed back by a week and the following Friday I'm picking up Chris at the airport. How's that for a slice of fried gold?!