A beautiful, sun-filled morning, just the kind in autumn that fills the valley's with fog. This south of Viroqua on my way down.
Steve and I were at the campground Friday morning; I was a bit late at 9:30, his bike already on the ground. Not wasting any time, I got mine unloaded and we were ready to ride.
A Route was planned for each of the 3 days but Friday's was the only one that really worked though I even managed to screw that up part way through. My grade this weekend for successful execution of my planned travels, a mediocre D+. Our rides however?? All A+ and big red Smiley Faces if I say so myself.
The scenery all weekend fantastic; the only time that photos were taken was when we were stopping to stretch our legs. Personally, I get great joy being able to observe (and quietly critique) the harvesting and field work going on. We saw hay being baled and chopped, corn silage being chopped and blown, a few fields worked black already and I even saw one large corn field being shelled.
Lunch in Boscobel at the Unique Cafe.
Chimney Rock and the Werley Railroad monument.
Steve and I got back to the campground around 5:00, Jeff and Eric had arrived around 3:00 and I'm not sure when Scott made it. After a bit, we rode in to town for dinner and quite a collection of machines we did make!
Saturday morning ....
Back in to Richland Center for breakfast and then off we went. My Route had more waypoints that my Oregon GPS would allow, so we made it up as we went.
Keeping in mind that Jeff had a 1pm take-off-for-home goal, I started heading to the northwest to accommodate. As Eric wisely guessed, Hillsboro could have been a lunch stop but another location seemed a more perfect place and use of our time.
I was shocked, shocked I tell you to come around the corner and find Mike's truck and 2 Cushman's in the parking lot. It made sense that they were there but we hadn't planned....I hadn't even considered that they'd be there. After all, my planned Route wouldn't have taken us at all close to the 'Goose.
Mike and Steve were working on their pizza as we walked in, so Mike came over and captured our images.
Saturday evening, Richland Center's Pressbox for dinner. Jeff had left for home in the afternoon; Mike and Steve joined us in town.
Five brand new miles on this baby....the bike as interesting as the new owner. A leftover '14, he got a great deal on it. I have to admit that I like it or the little that I know about it ....and I wasn't the only one.
Thanks for grabbing these Eric....
None of our names are on the "Do Not Enter" list....but that may not hold true by the time we get back next spring.
Sunday morning....we weren't the only motorcycles in the campground.
Piccadilly Lilly for breakfast once again, the Lone Rock Airport.
Breakfast had run really late so the decision was made to skip Pine Bluff this time and instead head up to Leland. We parked almost in front of Sprecher's....first time for me.
A quiet, peaceful....and Empty lawn. It as still very early.
The Cushman's arrived and were drawing more and more attention as the crowds were rolling in.
This is still my favorite sight in Leland....
He's not looking in the mirror....he's checking engine numbers.
The non-Cushman rider's among the group, left Leland, not staying as long as we sometimes have. The weather was just too perfect to not be out riding. We stopped in these lovely woods, woods along a road that reminded us all of some place south....Arkansas was one place mentioned. This not all that far west from the world famous Forevertron, Dr. Evermor's sculpture park.
Ideas were solicited for a place to stop and ice cream somehow got a mention. I had some, though on top of the pie Eric suggested I get. Blackberry gone, Cherry gone so I settled for apple and it wasn't a bad settle at all.
Eric left for home, Scott had another day of riding to plan for so Steve and I headed back to Alana Springs to get packed up. Other than hard cold-starting, the little Honda worked well, well enough to thoroughly impress me. I overheard more than one manly man telling his female better half at Leland, "it's really a girl's bike".
I had trouble getting Cyndi's lyrics out of my head the rest of the afternoon.
Colleen and Bill once again made excellent hosts and we're looking forward to returning in early May.
I stopped at Mickey D's in Winona for a sandwich and was both surprised and impressed to see this large mural on the wall. We visited the MMAM a number of years ago as a family and seeing this, a reminder to make another visit as the weather soon becomes unfit for riding. Cole, Turner, Audubon, van Gogh, Monet, Gauguin, Renoir, Picasso, O'Keefe....there's even one of our first President crossing a river. If it's artwork concerning water, you'll most likely find it here.
A bit of rain to rinse off the dust that I unintentionally put the guys through.
Finally, where we did what we did. Friday Steve and I (red) 167 miles, Saturday Scott, Jeff, Steve and Eric (blue) 166 miles and Sunday 2 Steve's, Mike, Scott, Eric (yellow) for the lower part of the loop, breakfast at the 'Lilly and on up to Leland. 109 miles for those of us that rode the entire loop.