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MXTaco48 and I made the Sea Rim to High Island ride today. This was the maiden voyage for his new XR650R. Here we are gassing up.
Next stop was Sea Rim State Park. This is what’s left of the shelter. The dunes are gone too.
Notice the water line. This is on Clam Lake Road.
There are a couple of huge washouts before the pavement disappears entirely. We rode through the first one. The second one we went around. Notice the skid marks.
Some of the beach didn’t look too bad.
We hit a stretch of mud that must have lasted 5 miles. We did our best to dodge the worst of it.
We ran a mud/dirt road that led from the beach to the intracoastal canal. My partner made it look easy. I was trying to keep the back tire from catching up with the front tire. Here comes a barge.
Honey, what did you do with that planter with the trees in it?
Again, we passed stretches were the beach looked pretty normal. Then we passed sections where there wasn’t much beach left at all.
Somewhere along in here, I managed to snag a piece of wire fence with my toe of my left boot. The wire was connected to a fence post, and when it ran out of slack, it jerked the front of my foot down quickly, since the ball of my foot was on the peg, which resulted in me yelling out some obscenities. Trey was in out front, he didn’t hear anything. I moved my ankle and decided it wasn’t broken, so kept on riding. Could have been much worse.
We made it to High Island, passed a bunch of people fishing. All of them had clothes on, at least that we saw. Here are some dead cars on the side of the road just west of High Island.
The first houses we saw that were still standing.
We decided to get off the beach, worried about getting a flat with all the debris.
We ran on down past Rollover Pass, which is now back to a 2-lane bridge. Sorry no pics. Then we turned around and headed to Winnie for some lunch and gas. We had lunch at Papa’s Place (formerly Skip’s). It was decent. Then we meandered back to Beaumont. Hit a bridge out on Wilber Road and had to backtrack a few miles. I figured we could still make it across, but there was nothing left but a few piles. (sorry no pic) 178 miles for the day.
Dirty bike. The mud was really hard to get off. It doesn’t look that bad, but it was caked under the fenders. Thought about getting out my pressure washer (but didn’t).
That’s it. My ankle hurts, but I think it’s just a sprain. It’s starting to bruise and swell a little. Until next time.
Next stop was Sea Rim State Park. This is what’s left of the shelter. The dunes are gone too.
Notice the water line. This is on Clam Lake Road.
There are a couple of huge washouts before the pavement disappears entirely. We rode through the first one. The second one we went around. Notice the skid marks.
Some of the beach didn’t look too bad.
We hit a stretch of mud that must have lasted 5 miles. We did our best to dodge the worst of it.
We ran a mud/dirt road that led from the beach to the intracoastal canal. My partner made it look easy. I was trying to keep the back tire from catching up with the front tire. Here comes a barge.
Honey, what did you do with that planter with the trees in it?
Again, we passed stretches were the beach looked pretty normal. Then we passed sections where there wasn’t much beach left at all.
Somewhere along in here, I managed to snag a piece of wire fence with my toe of my left boot. The wire was connected to a fence post, and when it ran out of slack, it jerked the front of my foot down quickly, since the ball of my foot was on the peg, which resulted in me yelling out some obscenities. Trey was in out front, he didn’t hear anything. I moved my ankle and decided it wasn’t broken, so kept on riding. Could have been much worse.
We made it to High Island, passed a bunch of people fishing. All of them had clothes on, at least that we saw. Here are some dead cars on the side of the road just west of High Island.
The first houses we saw that were still standing.
We decided to get off the beach, worried about getting a flat with all the debris.
We ran on down past Rollover Pass, which is now back to a 2-lane bridge. Sorry no pics. Then we turned around and headed to Winnie for some lunch and gas. We had lunch at Papa’s Place (formerly Skip’s). It was decent. Then we meandered back to Beaumont. Hit a bridge out on Wilber Road and had to backtrack a few miles. I figured we could still make it across, but there was nothing left but a few piles. (sorry no pic) 178 miles for the day.
Dirty bike. The mud was really hard to get off. It doesn’t look that bad, but it was caked under the fenders. Thought about getting out my pressure washer (but didn’t).
That’s it. My ankle hurts, but I think it’s just a sprain. It’s starting to bruise and swell a little. Until next time.
and a possible sprained ankle for Hoop. 
