First Long Camp in a year is Nearly Done

My 14 days is done tomorrow. I'll have to move camp Monday.

Been a curious time. Several 100+ mile circles. Rode Mesa Verde twice. That first ten miles in is cool as hell. Rode over to Vallecito reservoir... then up the road toward Telluride as far as Lizard Head Pass past Rico a couple times. Another sweet ride.

As always, in the wind on the scooter, all is right with the world. It's all the rest that makes my ass twitch.

Had spent the first few days patching the trailer. I'll live with it bent and busted for now 'till after harvest. It's sealed again with an ugly sheet metal patch at the least. Fact is I weary of repairing things... things beyond a bike anyway...

... and that's the thing... the bike gives back... all the rest? That's just burden that eats more than it provides. Truth be told, if not for Arlo I'd be on the bike alone. Period. That red head is the only reason for the hooch and yukon... meh.

That deer wreck kinda messed up my too thin budget. Living on rice and beans this month working to get back in sync... I keep hoping I get a call from somebody that needs that aluminum anchor parked back in Missouri. That would be a huge weight lifted off my spirit. Somehow that old misstep is still welded to my backside.

The road ahead is foggy... as it should be. I'll be hanging at Flaming Gorge a couple weeks. Been thinking Hells canyon after that... I've never been there... 

Idaho is tickling my mind this summer... and west Montana as always. Lots of twisting little roads to explore with my nose in the wind... lots of time in the wind.

Wish me luck... and a soul that needs that LQ Horse Trailer waiting in Missouri.

- Brian

Three steps forward... Blown Back Two...

Morning of day three on the road... Had just crossed Wolf Creek Pass and rolled through Pagosa Springs...

I was moving 15 under, at 50 in a 65, pissing people off, because a deer had earlier crossed 200 feet or so in front.

... A flicker of movement in the corner of my left eye__ started to look left, only made it as far as the left rear view mirror.

She had came up the bank below the left side of the road, invisible in the brush, virtually behind me, crossed the lane and vaulted 6 feet in the air to impact her head into the roof rack.

Only caught the movement in the last sliver of peripheral vision.

The bitches body spun and blew out the quarter window - freaking the bat shit crazy Arlo out... and than spinning in behind the yukon to catch the nose, WHAM... blew a hole in the trailer.

Inside the wall is caved in 4". The medicine chest the bitch centered exploded in pieced against the ramp, all the way to the rear... gratefully missing the bike somehow. 

The counter got blown off its ledgers... and of course the wall itself is blasted in pieces...

Set in a camp now... Working out pulling the bow out of 2 wall studs as much as I can and riveting a temporary patch of sheet metal to return some weatherproof until I have the funds and willingness to do permanent repair this winter after my harvest job...

NOT willing to lose this summer...

Put Val over the roads in Mesa Verde yesterday... 

When the hurt and frustration of the never ending struggle that is this life is weighing down and darkening your spirit... put some rolling thunder between your knees...

Put your knees in the breeze...

And leave that sorry shit behind.

- Brian