So here we are...the last day of an epic trip. What better way to wake up to a nice babbling stream next to your tent...
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| Palouse 'River'...more like stream |
To my surprise, Fud beat everyone up...just in time to see Mike crawl out of the prophylactic...
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| Yessss! The last night in this tent! |
What wasn't talked about but I'm sure was on everyone's mind were their hunny's back home...
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| Fud n' da pinky |
...well...except for Fud...he pretty much says what's on his mind. Every time he says something he cracks me up...this day was no exception. The only problem is that I don't really feel comfortable repeating ANYTHING he said on this blog! The guy just reminds me of a retired sailor...'nuf said!
Our campsite was down a small muddy hill, which we had to go up on the way out of camp. Some did it with a little more style than others...
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| Scotty Ridin' the rear..almost too fast to capture on film! | |
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| The mule takin' er nice n' easy |
We stopped again in St. Maries at the local diner for our last breakfast of the trip. After breakfast, the scenic loop around Coeur d'Alene Lake brought us to the c-ya later pullout...
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| C-ya later |
We all checked out the scenery a bit and said our goodbyes...the end of a great trip! I think Fud had a bit of pent-up anxiety from not being out front since the Magrudor incident...or maybe his hunny was on his mind... either way, he took off first like a bat out of hell! I didn't see him after the first 2 miles of interstate! I think it was just tunnel vision...
Here's the final track of the trip:
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| Day 9 Track |
I rolled into the driveway, got off the steed, and had a very happy wife waiting for me at the door. Good to be home! Absence makes the heart grow fonder....
So I learned a lot on this trip (this might get a bit sentimental, so grab your hanky)...stuff like: packing lighter, suspension needs on the bike, where not to put tool tubes....but the biggest lesson wasn't about the hardware or how to ride better. Riding, for me, is %80 about who you ride with. Really, you could be with a bunch of boneheads on a day-ride and it ruins the day. But if you have guys to ride with that are really great to be around, that other %20 just becomes that much better...exponentially. All these guys I would ride and camp with again...which says a lot. Ask my wife, I don't camp with just anybody. I took a chance on Fud, who I didn't know, and am glad I did...
Special thanks to:
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| Mike: Trail Boss n' head-honcho...master of all terrain |
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| The Fud: Comic relief, owner of infamous 'granola chair', master of all 'Fudisms' |
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| Scotty & Bumblebee: the shredders of dirt road |
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| My poor tired mule |
Can't wait for the next trip! Phildo signing off...
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