A stranger walked into our camp last night and took the liberty to check out my bike. Mike's bike has a cover on it so he was lucky. There was mud all over my tank, seat, saddle bags and even hand prints on the windshield. We heard a noise and spotted him in our headlamps but he was too quick and escaped before I could grab my camera. He did try to steal something however and challenged Mike when he tried to take it back.
It is a good thing that he decided that racoons can't ride motorcycles. I can just see him standing on my tank with one hand on my windshield, the other on the throttle dreaming...
We found a nice little spot south of Florence. Our camping neighbours were rock climbers, mountain bikers, skiers and X Harley riders. We had a great visit around the fire.
The sky was sunny with a few fog banks we rode through. This is a highway one could never tire of. Around every bend there is something to get excited about and it just makes us both feel like we are dancing on the edge of life........
With Cheese.....
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