Scott wasn't feeling well, Steve decided that there was just a bit too much wet and cool. One or the other would have been OK but the prognosticators were favoring an abundance of both. Eric and I arrived Friday morning, meeting really only by chance in Westby, the 'intersection' of both our paths to Richland Center. I saw Eric's rig parked across from Borden's and pulled in right behind him.
His breakfast a reasonable omelette, mine a reasonable slice of Raspberry/Rhubarb.
Colleen greeted us at Alana Springs only minutes after we'd arrived, bikes unloaded and off we went. I drove down in light rain and heavy drizzle and our Friday morning ride began in those conditions.
We two did the Red Route on Friday...
All of our fun isn't free, but the little ones are quite miserly.
Roads were wet, potentially slippery from all sorts of things....sand, flood mud, harvest mud, horse exhaust mud, etc.
That yellow tractor in center is the model that was my 2nd favorite of all I ever ran; an M670 Minneapolis Moline. The very most favorite was also yellow, a G900 Minneapolis Moline. Always fun to see these late '60's units still running and doing work.
Here stopped next to the Kickapoo River, one of the rivers and areas hardest hit with the late September flooding. The river is quite a distance off to the right, this area normally a cattle pasture. In that small tree, grass debris even with my 6' height.
We swapped machines, Eric gave the Hyosung a spin and I got a turn on Kawasexy which I thoroughly enjoyed. I should buy one.
Eric stayed in front since that was the machine with the Purple Line to follow. We stopped, as we often seem to, at the Hogback.
Back and forth out to the Mississippi a couple of times, we settled down in Prairie Du Chien for lunch at the Winnesheik. I was surprised and delighted to be served our lunch (some zingers too!) by the famous Jackie Jones, once proprietor of Jackie's place in Boscobel.
A few weeks ago I described some planting patterns in a field of soybeans....I have no idea what was going on here.
Every once in awhile we ride past someone's beautiful long grass plantings...
We see many of these signs.....we ride these/their roads.
IIRC, we saw twosies a total of three times on Friday plus another single or two.
Biedermann Hill, a far cry from the first time I rode it and when it was on Chad's Trans Wisconsin Adventure Trail.
Dutch Ridge School up at the top.
No place to park a Cadillac.....
Eric said, "...one of the best roads in Wisconsin..." This happens to be Kickapoo Valley Road. I'd originally planned (and worked hard to make it so) only pavement for our group all 3 days. Since Friday was an Eric and I day, I jumped off of 131 on this decadent gravel and the GPS is complaining, wondering if I want to "RECALCULATE".
No I did not, my squeegee index fingered glove ready to respond as such.
We've been by together and solo past this place. This time Eric wanted to stop and get some images of the cool old barn so we did.
It IS a really nice road....
No place to start a tractor on fire....
Back to camp and a text from Pat that he'd arrived in Richland Center. Plans were made for dinner at the Dragon Buffet....
Out to Covered Bridge Road, a campfire was started, the heavy canopy of leaves above us kept us dry until the rain got serious and it was bedtime. Brother Kevin rolled into camp about 9.....we heard him but didn't climb out of our cozy slumber places to greet him. A text message was the best he got.
I was up a bit before the others and got a few steps in out on the road next to camp....
Saturday breakfast in Richland Center and off we 4 went, this time instead of a SW direction, we went NE.
The Blue Route.....
Not mud or the horses at all, rather walnut stains. I often aim for the nuts but someone else must have already got them all.
We saw a lot of this; damaged roadway, washouts, mud/gravel covered.
A stop in Cazenovia for a break...
We stopped in Hustler for lunch but the place was packed and the bartender overwhelmed....
So, it was on to Oakdale and Laughing Larry's for a dining experience.
Every fence post with flood debris....on and on. This near Wildcat Mountain State Park.
We rode past (all I've ever done, know very little about it) The Blue Highway Motorcycle Lodge.
Saturday evening we were still satisfied with Laughing Larry's substantial late lunch, so we enjoyed some of Eric's cheese curds, Pork Jerky from Eric's stop at the City Meat Market and so on. A just about perfect campfire and no rain. The end of a very, very fine day of riding and time together.
Sunday morning, my brother Kevin left for home, a gas stop and breakfast on his own before leaving the area. Eric and I met Pat in Richland Center, ate some breakfast and then used the Yellow Route as our trip to Slimey Crud destination, Leland.
There were only a handful of bikes there when we arrived, Rick showed up on his Husky only minutes after we did.
John was there and a very good thing, hadn't seen him since early summer.
Bert was there, introduced me to Vince. Rick and I met Don from Madison.
Arriving back in Richland Center, we gave Pat a hand getting his nice Motosport back on the trailer, then Eric and I hustled our bikes on our own trailers and off we went, homeward bound.
Almost home.... some washing required.
In my mind, we got off pretty easy weather-wise. Yes, it was cool and the sun never really spent much time with us but it never really rained either. Mist, light drops was all we really had. Mike, Jeff and I had a lot worse the year we motelled it in Reedsburg.
Come the first Sunday in May, I plan to return.