My contribution is a little different. I wasn’t the dirty girl I thought I was and wimped out before the going got too rough, but I ended up in Mexico that day, so all is not lost.
Started the trip out in the best of moods after having spent a good 11 hours in the truck with Yogi chatting up a storm, although why he calls it the “Spanish Inquisition” I don’t know. We got to the campsite with about an hour of daylight left so setting up was pretty easy and we had dinner on when the rest of the party arrived. After the first night with no visits from javalinas or critters, I slept so well.
daylight when WE got there
Not so much, when the rest of our party arrived.
"We" cooked most every night, and by "we" I mean, Yogi....great food too....just how I like it!
I spent the first day riding in the park with Echo Boom, a then newbie rider, but since this trip, she’s all over it now. I’m always impressed with the loverly view so going slow ish and taking lots of breaks is a visual treat. That seemed to be the theme for the trip this time.
Met up at Kathy's each morning
the "Uncle" (and thank you again for organizing/offering this)
Echo-Boom taking in the view and re-awakening her numb hand...lol
I love my bike!!!
So much beauty..it was hard to leave, but this was just the first day