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So I'm calling it the 300/350/400 because the initial planned route was 300 miles.....
Then the presence of a gate put the route to 350 miles
Once it was all said and done, we rode 398 miles....
Only one rider went down, and he was out for the trip.... Due to his own *******ery. He wouldn't have it any other way.
So, four of us met up at my parents house Saturday night. Philip Barrett, Anton, his dad Chris, and myself, along with my parents. We had fajitas and beers, and we reminisced, and told stories of our naval exploits with my close friend, Anton, I haven't seen since 2009.
The next morning we get up, and my mom cooked us up some breakfast tacos, and Ivan, and Thomas (RG) arrived.
We set out down the road around 9:30. The weather COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE PERFECT.
We were headed north west on Rr962 for a few miles before our turn off onto a gravel road. The road was narrow, un-painted, and was punctuated with some of Texas' moat breathtaking views.
Before long we passed an old house, so we stopped to take a few pictures and poke around. That's when Ivan realized he'd lots a front caliper bolt, and those brakes were useless. I borrowed an m8 bolt from his top triple clamp, and we were back in business
We set off down the road, eventually joining hwy290w, and RR1, past the LBJ ranch. We gassed up at the store in stonewall, and headed south past Lukenbach.
Anton and I were out front, and having a blast hitting the ditches. These roads were really pretty, and followed Grape Creek, making for some pretty scenery. We finally got to lankmark #1. An old train tunnel outside Sisterdale. The train had run from San Antonio to Fredericksburg back in the day. It's now a seasonal home to over 3 million Mexican Free-tail Bats.
The tunnel starts down that hill, in the valley
Group pic
After this, we turned towards Comfort, where we were supposed to each lunch, but it was still early. We rolled into Center Point around lunchtime, and ate at some Mexican place. Ivan got gas.
South of Center Point we picked up a dirt road that took us all the way into Bandera. Along the way the views got better. Between the hills and the creek crossings, the day was really getting fun. We had a few small excursions to check out other dirt roads, but none of them went anywhere
Not sure what this is
PB (PhilipBarrett), and RG (Thomas) checking the scenery and their Garmins
PB Blaster crossing the creek
RG said "f--- the bridge" and rode through the creek right beside it. It was deep, but this guy is like a magician on that big KLR650. (No pic)
And my folks crossing the bridge. I really can't explain how nice it was having a truck follow us with a cooler full of cold drinks, and tools and bike transportation, if, for instance, you and your xr650l did a cartwheel through a rocky creek bed and broke your engine case...... ANTON
more on that, later... 
Next we hit Bandera, and stopped at a gas station. Ivan got gas.... We all did actually.
Heading south out of Bandera on 1077 we got to the Hill Country State Natural area, and rode the dirt roads all the way through it. Beautiful place. Fun ride.
We turned north on 462 into Tarpley. Along the way, I spotted a promising road. We waited at the intersection for my folks before we set out back south for Ross road.
Turning southwest onto Ross road, with me and Anton out front, and an antsy feeling, we both opened the throttle up on our big bikes. Blasting down caleche roads at 65. We both have quite a bit of time on supermoto, so we don't skeech out when we start backing the rear around. It's alot of fun. We got to the top of a giant hill, in between two peaks, and decided to wait up on the group. It was about 3pm, and time for a break anyhow. We could see the dust trail on the horizon as we waited.
The road eventually turned to asphalt, but the views stayed oppressive
We stopped in Utopia for gas. We all filled up. Especially Ivan. Apparently he'd hit reserve twoce on this trip, THAT WE KNOW OF. I think he was keeping it a secret the other times. Twice he had to fill up off his spare rotopax jug.
We headed north, but not before RG got his camping stuff loaddd in his bike, and set off for lost maples to camp for the night.
Headed north on 187, Anton apparently was getting bored.... So he decided to do his cartwheel, superman manuver into a rocky creek bed. This is where he broke his stator cover, and his day ended. Busted nose. Cut hands. Bruised shoulder, etc. I've been riding with this guy for years. You just gotta expect it. He's cut from a different cloth. He lives his life on his own terms, and will answer for every mistake he's made in the process. Wild as h377, but a true mans-man. It was good to see him again.
We turned onto 39 that snakes along the Guadalupe. This is truly one of the most beautiful drives in the state. I was leading, but behind some old lady that decided to come to almost a complete stop on the road. At the time I was unaware of Anton's wad-up. I passed her, and continued. A few minutes later, I see headlights behind me. Close. I couldn't tell what they were, by it assumed, it was my buddy. He was definitely putting the race of me, so away I went. Riding the big 525 like a supermoto, only with dirt knobbies. I couldn't let him pass me. Hahaha. Pretty soon I look back over my shoulder after I thwarted yet another passing attempt.... Only to realize it was an extremely pissed off dude on a GS. HAHAHAHA!!! I let him pass, as well as his buddy. I got the BMW stink eye as they passed.
I pulled into the hotel and waited on the others. They were not too far behind. But not Anton. They wouldn't be along for almost a half hour.
The hotel is beautiful. No two ways about it. Situated right on the pristine Guadalupe river. After getting situated and showered, Ivan, Philip, and myself borrowed my dad's truck and jetted into Kerrville for dinner at the YO Ranch hotel restaurant. It was delicious. We were hungry. Philip talked a french couple into tryi g Pecan Pie. A Texas favorite, they now share.
Back to the hotel for a peaceful nights rest.
I'll post day 2 tomorrow.
Day 1 is in green
Then the presence of a gate put the route to 350 miles
Once it was all said and done, we rode 398 miles....
Only one rider went down, and he was out for the trip.... Due to his own *******ery. He wouldn't have it any other way.
So, four of us met up at my parents house Saturday night. Philip Barrett, Anton, his dad Chris, and myself, along with my parents. We had fajitas and beers, and we reminisced, and told stories of our naval exploits with my close friend, Anton, I haven't seen since 2009.
The next morning we get up, and my mom cooked us up some breakfast tacos, and Ivan, and Thomas (RG) arrived.
We set out down the road around 9:30. The weather COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE PERFECT.
We were headed north west on Rr962 for a few miles before our turn off onto a gravel road. The road was narrow, un-painted, and was punctuated with some of Texas' moat breathtaking views.
Before long we passed an old house, so we stopped to take a few pictures and poke around. That's when Ivan realized he'd lots a front caliper bolt, and those brakes were useless. I borrowed an m8 bolt from his top triple clamp, and we were back in business
We set off down the road, eventually joining hwy290w, and RR1, past the LBJ ranch. We gassed up at the store in stonewall, and headed south past Lukenbach.
Anton and I were out front, and having a blast hitting the ditches. These roads were really pretty, and followed Grape Creek, making for some pretty scenery. We finally got to lankmark #1. An old train tunnel outside Sisterdale. The train had run from San Antonio to Fredericksburg back in the day. It's now a seasonal home to over 3 million Mexican Free-tail Bats.
The tunnel starts down that hill, in the valley
Group pic
After this, we turned towards Comfort, where we were supposed to each lunch, but it was still early. We rolled into Center Point around lunchtime, and ate at some Mexican place. Ivan got gas.
South of Center Point we picked up a dirt road that took us all the way into Bandera. Along the way the views got better. Between the hills and the creek crossings, the day was really getting fun. We had a few small excursions to check out other dirt roads, but none of them went anywhere
Not sure what this is
PB (PhilipBarrett), and RG (Thomas) checking the scenery and their Garmins
PB Blaster crossing the creek
RG said "f--- the bridge" and rode through the creek right beside it. It was deep, but this guy is like a magician on that big KLR650. (No pic)
And my folks crossing the bridge. I really can't explain how nice it was having a truck follow us with a cooler full of cold drinks, and tools and bike transportation, if, for instance, you and your xr650l did a cartwheel through a rocky creek bed and broke your engine case...... ANTON
more on that, later... Next we hit Bandera, and stopped at a gas station. Ivan got gas.... We all did actually.
Heading south out of Bandera on 1077 we got to the Hill Country State Natural area, and rode the dirt roads all the way through it. Beautiful place. Fun ride.
We turned north on 462 into Tarpley. Along the way, I spotted a promising road. We waited at the intersection for my folks before we set out back south for Ross road.
Turning southwest onto Ross road, with me and Anton out front, and an antsy feeling, we both opened the throttle up on our big bikes. Blasting down caleche roads at 65. We both have quite a bit of time on supermoto, so we don't skeech out when we start backing the rear around. It's alot of fun. We got to the top of a giant hill, in between two peaks, and decided to wait up on the group. It was about 3pm, and time for a break anyhow. We could see the dust trail on the horizon as we waited.
The road eventually turned to asphalt, but the views stayed oppressive
We stopped in Utopia for gas. We all filled up. Especially Ivan. Apparently he'd hit reserve twoce on this trip, THAT WE KNOW OF. I think he was keeping it a secret the other times. Twice he had to fill up off his spare rotopax jug.
We headed north, but not before RG got his camping stuff loaddd in his bike, and set off for lost maples to camp for the night.
Headed north on 187, Anton apparently was getting bored.... So he decided to do his cartwheel, superman manuver into a rocky creek bed. This is where he broke his stator cover, and his day ended. Busted nose. Cut hands. Bruised shoulder, etc. I've been riding with this guy for years. You just gotta expect it. He's cut from a different cloth. He lives his life on his own terms, and will answer for every mistake he's made in the process. Wild as h377, but a true mans-man. It was good to see him again.
We turned onto 39 that snakes along the Guadalupe. This is truly one of the most beautiful drives in the state. I was leading, but behind some old lady that decided to come to almost a complete stop on the road. At the time I was unaware of Anton's wad-up. I passed her, and continued. A few minutes later, I see headlights behind me. Close. I couldn't tell what they were, by it assumed, it was my buddy. He was definitely putting the race of me, so away I went. Riding the big 525 like a supermoto, only with dirt knobbies. I couldn't let him pass me. Hahaha. Pretty soon I look back over my shoulder after I thwarted yet another passing attempt.... Only to realize it was an extremely pissed off dude on a GS. HAHAHAHA!!! I let him pass, as well as his buddy. I got the BMW stink eye as they passed.
I pulled into the hotel and waited on the others. They were not too far behind. But not Anton. They wouldn't be along for almost a half hour.
The hotel is beautiful. No two ways about it. Situated right on the pristine Guadalupe river. After getting situated and showered, Ivan, Philip, and myself borrowed my dad's truck and jetted into Kerrville for dinner at the YO Ranch hotel restaurant. It was delicious. We were hungry. Philip talked a french couple into tryi g Pecan Pie. A Texas favorite, they now share.
Back to the hotel for a peaceful nights rest.
I'll post day 2 tomorrow.
Day 1 is in green
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Not the case this time. Aaron's folks provided a great place to park and an ideally located base to ride from. Their hospitality went above and beyond from start to finish. 
