We camped in some beautiful spots; this is Linville Falls:
Of course, sleeping in the dirt means housecleaning (normally a girlchore, but since we're lifting our house over our head, I thought I'd do it.
We had to stop for occasional naps (in the nicest places).
Look! What I have MADE!
Why I'm the luckiest man alive...
1 comment:
More motorcycles too!
I remember that campfire. A little less than a cord of wood. I'm not sure how Tim started it, but his usual method from BRP-trips-past is to tilt his motorcycle over so some gas spills out onto the wood. Works every time.
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