When our trip started, the colors were far short of bright but by the time we were headed home, the brightness began to shine. Our traditional Slimey Crud Run Weekend was spent at our traditional SCR camp location, Alana Springs just outside of Richland Center, Wisconsin. We however, did not attend SCR. Rather we visited Wheels of Time....more on that soon. Before I go any further, here's the map of my tracks....
Right, I don't see any Tracks either and that is because after rolling the bike off the trailer, I connected my Garmin XT into its cradle and saw this....
And that's all I saw the entire trip....Blackness...a useless guidance helper. That fact didn't ruin the trip but the hours I've spent running through FixIt's, charging, draining, Soft Reset, Hard Reset have been Very frustrating. The unit does not realize how close it came to Hammer Reset. This one is going back where it came from, a replacement is on the way.
I'll get over it. Or in the future, fall back to Greg's backup plan.
The rest of the gang arrived by end of day Friday.
Finally giving up, I put the thing in the tank bag so that I didn't have to keep looking at it.
Bloomingdale and Bloomingdale....the intersection.
Almost there, at the top of the hill, Sunrise Bakery on Pa's Road.
Eric is still (and forever more??) kicking himself for not doing one of the hot from the oven Maple doughnuts. Steve and I took our chances and split one....might be the best day of our lives. I didn't buy any, instead a row of cookies, a pan of cinnamon rolls and a blueberry pie. I will mention here that as of a week later, none of these items are yet completely consumed.
From the bakery, we hustled back to the Richland Center Fairgrounds for the Wheels Of Time show.
Two Seater....Hydro Drive!!
Sunday morning, we were off to the Lone Rock Airport, this visit for breakfast. On the way out, a couple that were sitting near us....and listening to our foolishness...asked where we were from, headed, interest in our bikes, etc. I believe that he was surprised that I knew his neighborhood as well as I did. He had an HD sweatshirt on, could have played Santa and very likely owned one of those Milwaukee machines...."Hey, come out here and listen to my blue one...."
I did and it sounded extremely nice. No, I'm quite sure that it did not need a tune-up. That little V-wing Chevy V8 symbol said "427". He backed around slowly, made the right turn and once moving maybe 15mph, rapidly increased velocity, to a good number beyond 55mph.
Had I known that my drone footage was not footage, I'd have gone closer and taken some photos.
After breakfast, I'd go off on my own and we'd all meet in Rockton for chicken with our Noon reservation.
Here we carry on with our regular programming (at least I did my GPS no damage).
A record of when this hay was processed....
Holstein steers being finished....
Blueberry Waffle of course!
Sunday evening, I convinced the "Men" to join me for a fine salad meal. We found the darkest and most secluded corner that we could, hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible.
Early Monday morning....
Later early Monday morning...
We once again split for the day after breakfast in town...with meat..., I went back to camp to pick up my camera gear and was out for another loop.
Finally a stop at Beanie's Weenies in Westby...not a lot of choices these days on Monday.
I've ridden past many schools and can't remember even once seeing them in session.
Back at camp Monday evening, we settled up with Colleen and her power of persuasion convinced us to dine at Los Amigos 2. We were lucky enough to see her there and be introduced to her friend Norm.
Our very own Red Wing Ironworks Motorbike Club left their calling's on the Alana Springs bulletin board.
518 non-GPS miles for me, great riding and once again a perfect balance of time with friends in one of our favorite areas of SW Wisconsin. I'll feel better just knowing that you're enjoying autumn, in whatever fashion suits you, that you're doing it and living life.