December 1-3, Gold Country
Joe and the Ho Must Go. That's just one of the signs we saw this weekend. In the boonies of course. But man, what a beautiful track and ride. But the rain. Oh the rain. On a bike, hmmmm, not so much. Occasionally is okay, but come on. All day?
Friday at Rollins Lake and then Saturday is a Gold Country loop with who knows where to camp.
This ride was a poach of sorts. We didn't really have it on the books. We just felt the need to get out. But getting out in December has it's risks. And this trip proved it. But what was super cool is that Christian, my son in law, brought his friend Adam in Hannah's new Jeep. I was wanting to show them the real deal of motosandjeeps, but it was not meant to be. BUT, we still had a great time. We camped one night, got rained and snowed on all day Saturday, and made it home in one piece by Saturday night. That was not the plan, but that's how it goes sometimes. At any rate, we played poker, camped in the cold at a new campground that was over priced, and had a great weekend together. Riding in the rain and snow sucks. I'm not going to lie to you. But that's part of the choice of riding motorcycles. We saw some great countryside. We had some great stops and laughs. And we had a great lunch and beers in Foresthill. Would go back there again. But the rain just would not let up. Forecast was 50 percent. We got all the 50 so it became 100. Arghh. But we all got home safely and that matters. So, let's do it again and get the younger guys in so they really enjoy the woods and distance from civilization. I bought my new Alpinestar Corazol boots because of this ride. They are waterproof. Seems like a good way to go. So far, very happy with them. I'm not riding in the snow. I just don't have to do it, do I? I don't want to. I have done it many, many times and I just don't like it. It usually ends up with guys dropping their bikes. So I roll up and it's snow...lots of it and it doens't appear to go away, as we are just climbing...but Rig and Forrest are gone....now Rig is in the Jeep so he isn't worried..as to why Fo kept going, I still really don't know...but thankfully, they came back. I stopped and even my foot was slipping. I told Raf, no. No. Not doing it. Heading back. So we gathered and did head back to Foresthill. But man, it rained hard the whole time. It just drives into your nooks and crannies. What a day. We ended up going home. That's a tough 3 hours. But, that's part of motorcycling. Cheers.