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This trip was over a month ago…
… while I
uploaded the pictures almost immediately, it has taken me this long
to find enough time to write the story. This should be
It’s 12:24AM on Saturday, June 4th 2005. I
am leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow to go to Inks Park with Dr.
Josh, his dad, and Richard. There we will meet Joel and anyone else
who shows up from the Chain Gang. My thought was that I had
better finish this story before I venture onto the next...
Let me first
start off by saying, DAM’s version of the story is more “creative”
than mine; I’ll just chronicle the events as best I
can remember at this point.
By the way, DAM’s version can be found
"borrowed" three or four of DAM's pictures for my story (it's hard to
So here we go…
Thursday - 4.28.2005
I left work a bit early to try and get
out of town as early as possible:
I should have known I
would leave right at the peak of rush-hour traffic. Idiot.
But I was ready to go. I took the HOV lane out I-10 west.
You should have known there would be an RV involved in an accident
blocking up the lane. It was hot, and I was stuck. Bastardos.
got moving again, I got the joy of experiencing a sever cross wind
for about 150 miles. Ugh. I knew it had to get better.
About 137 miles into the journey, the
wind had aggravated me to the point I decided to take a break, fill
up with gas, check my map, call the wife, blah blah blah.
After that I
simply pressed on to San Antonio, Bandera, Leakey, Camp Wood, and
finally our camp ground at
(N 29º 50.235', W 100º 06.405').
It took me until 1:30 in the morning
to cover the 340 miles. Pathetic, I know, but I had an excuse.
Gazillions of them everywhere. I
literally had to ride 30 mph for much of the journey to avoid them.
There was a lot of nothing out there
as well. I spotted a sign for a motorcycle museum not knowing
I would get to visit it during the adventures of the weekend (more
I also managed to snap a picture of
one deer while I was stopped because another ran in front of me.
You can just make out the figure in the picture, but the eyes are
unmistakable... SLOW DOWN!:
Once I arrived at the camp, I found
Darren, Steve and Joel all waiting up and worried about me.
After they made sure I was OK, we all turned in a went to sleep.
Friday - 4.29.2005
I awoke Friday morning to the lovely
sound of 18-wheeler horns blasting to coerce the deer from the road.
The earplugs were no match for the air horns.
I opened my tent, got out and looked
around a bit. I found some "leftovers" from the previous night... (prior
to my arrival):
Here Darren demonstrates proper ATGATT:
Darren made us breakfast tacos, after
set out to do some exploring and firewood gathering:
As you can see, Ledgewater is a nice
place. An extremely nice place actually.
We continued our morning by goofing
off and general bullshitting:
It took us a while to get going, but
we eventually got on the road and did some riding. We tried to
make a loop through Rock Springs, but ended up not being able to
access some of the posted county roads because the farmers/ranchers had gated
After some calculations and figuring,
we decided to had back into Rock Springs, have a look around, and
get something to eat at King Burger:
After King Burger, we headed out again
to return to our camp site and prepare dinner. We did make a
stop at the local grocery store where Joel and I pondered the
meaning of life:
The journey back to the camp site was
extremely twisty, so we made the most of it:
We did make a stop or two... to smell
the roses... life is short you know...
This is what I look like in your
rearview mirror... and what I look like shortly thereafter:
When we arrived back at the camp, it
was pretty hot. If a rope swing and a tree is good enough for
little kids, it's good enough for us! We spent a considerable
amount of time cooling off in the river (who would have know the
very next day would be freezing cold and raining):
The rest of the group, Scott, Robert, Jake, and Michael showed up at
the camp just in time for dinner:
It seemed to us one of the motorcycles was significantly different
from the rest, but nope, it could traverse a hill just like us, but
it sure did look bigger:
Well, there was wood, fire, alcohol,
testosterone... all for the makings of something fun!
quickly went to work by putting a couple of small logs on it to
keeps us warm. After all, it was in the mid 90s and cooling off
This is the picture Joel does not want his wife to see. Joel,
$5 and I take it off the site! :-)
We had fire, and alcohol, but there
was something missing... whatever could it have been?
Darren went above and beyond and prepared us a delicious dinner.
Dusk came quickly. Tired, we all set out to find our spot by
the fire as the sun set:
Before getting too cozy, I captured a few pictures of the setting
and scenery around our camp:
We ended up riding about 100 miles and eating about 100 pounds of
food. Not bad for a days work!
Saturday - 4.30.2005
Simply stated, I awoke to this:
A torrential downpour and freezing temperatures. This was
definitely not how I planned on starting Saturday morning after the
perfect day we had the day before.
Once the rain stopped, we bundled up the best we could, crouched
around the coals of the previous night's fire and had some left-overs
I'm of the opinion Steve does not like cold weather:
Fortunately for us, it didn't take long for the rains to go away and
the temperature to become simply perfect.
We took off down the road and headed
to the motorcycle museum. What a fantastic ride to a fantastic
place. The road was twisty through the hills.
Motorcycles were everywhere... and rightfully so... it was perfect
As part of the money we paid for the Wrenching Rally, we got to go
to the motorcycle museum. I snapped several pictures, had a
nice lunch and spent time chatting with all of my new friends:
We all gathered in the parking lot and told lies before heading out
on the next leg of our adventure:
We decided we needed to find some
off-the-beaten-path places to ride.
Poor Robert... he was so sick.
He had apparently gotten food poisoning and had been puking his guts
out all weekend. As such, he decided not to join us on the
off-road part of this journey. He, Scott and Michael headed
back to camp while the rest of us set off to explore the unknown.
It didn't take us long to find what we were
Many of the county roads were unpaved
and some were in poor shape. Perfect.
We had a few water crossings, opened a
few gates to access the county roads, stopped for photos, and raced
about like hoodlums:
I even took a second to "strike a pose."
The wild game farms were quite
interesting to see in the middle of Texas. Within the
boundaries of the over-sized fences were many animals indigenous to
Africa. I guess if you have nothing better to do with your
money, why not ship a giraffe or two to Texas:
Arriving back at the camp, Darren gave out some door prizes. I
ended up winning the biggy--a dial caliper. But, since I
already had one in my toolbox at home, I gave it to Darren as a
"thanks" for putting together the Wrenching Rally:
Speaking of wrenching...
... the reason some came to Ledgewater in the first place was to
wrench. Even though we did very little, we did do some:
And, like the brave men who walked the ground before us, we built
Off to bed...
Sunday - May 1, 2005
Awaking to a dew-covered morning was much better than
a torrential-rain morning.
I packed all of my dew-covered camping gear into
their respective spots on my motorcycle. I knew I had a long
haul to get home, so I set out early to try and make it home at a
One thing I found myself asking... "Why did the
chicken cross the road?"
Looking for something a little more
peaceful than I-10, I decided to take as many back roads to the farm
where my wife and kiddos were waiting on me.
Essentially the ride was uneventful,
but the scenery was outstanding:
I was just about to the farm when I
It was an old farm house that was
simply beautiful. I still do not know what happened, but what
a sad ending for such an old place. Kind of ironic that the
title of Darren's story is "Will It Burn." Apparently it will.
I stayed the night at the farm with
the fam and headed back to Houston the following day. I
arrived at my garage door with exactly 1,001 miles.
1,001 miles and 1,001 smiles.
There's definitely worse ways to spend a four-day weekend!
Thanks again to everyone for
everything. I had a great time... looking forward to next
Thanks for coming along on my ride.