Wish Lois was here. But, she had to work today. Headed to Meltdown Vintage Motorcycle Show in Hendersonville, NC tomorrow.
Life is good.
Lois and I climbing up Beartooth in Wyoming / Montana. Temps a little cold, in the 30’s if I remember correctly. Good times.
Day two. A balmy 42 degrees when we stuck our heads out the tent. Air was dry, so no worries. Felt good. After a good breakfast in Blowing Rock, we headed further out and dropped by “The Blowing Rock”. The fall colors hadn’t completely developed though. Another week or so, and the colors would have popped out.
Lois is getting a shot at Blowing Rock
Blowing Rock
Blowing Rock
Very windy, and a little cold. Walking back to our bikes, an older couple was standing there looking at them. The older gentleman told me he used to ride a R80GS a long time ago. The bikes sure have changed, he said. I agreed. It sounded like he wanted to get back into riding. His wife gave him a sideways look, and the continued the conversation with Lois talking about her Spydie RT. The lady wanted to watch us leave, so we got on the bikes and waved goodbye.
Had to re-visit Mt. Mitchell, the highest point east of Mississippi at 6684 ft. There is usually a thick fog surrounding the entire mountain. Not today, as the weather was a perfect 45 degrees and clear.
Mt. Mitchell
A little further up the Parkway towards Grandfather Mountain
Blueridge Parkway
Blueridge Parkway
Headed back down Sunday. 32 degrees in the morning. Stayed warm and cozy in the tent. Packed up the mules and left beautiful Linville Falls, our base camp. Good times.
Riding on the Blueridge Parkway this morning on our way to Blowing Rock for breakfast.
Lois is on her Spyders maiden voyage. Wow, what a machine.
Was headed up to Grandfather Mountain early this morning, but got stopped by the gate. The wind was clocking at 50 mph, and too high for motorcycles. We’ll try later or tomorrow.
Kentucky countryside
Ferry across Bull Shoals Lake in Arkansas. I just hate how busy the ferry was :-). I was riding out of Harrison on 14 – 125 – 160 and didn’t hardly see another human or car. Needless to say, I was the only one on the ferry.
Arkansas Ozarks
The tent spots got filled up pretty fast, so some of us (no I didn’t) pitched in the horse stalls at the fairground.
Rode back from Arkansas Sunday and today. Roughly 2600 miles total for the trip. Didn’t hit rain until I got to South Carolina just a few miles from home. Great trip.