Where getting lost is part of the adventure… and finding your way home a pleasant surprise.

Leap Year Campout in the Lava Bed

Leap Year Campout in the Lava Bed

  The forecast Friday was for passably fair weather. 50 degree Fahrenheit temps, 3 mph winds, maybe a little rain and lower temperatures with a little snow or hail late Saturday afternoon. It didn’t work out that way.           Russ...
Moss Creek

Moss Creek

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Not A Bad Weekend

Not A Bad Weekend

I had Friday off. Robert came up and we worked on the dugout canoe. Rob went home Saturday. Before he did, we rode the Triumph up the hill and hiked down to the Big Rock for a beer. On our way back, we collected some ironwood for future cooking projects.    ...
I’m A Fucking Genius

I’m A Fucking Genius

I’m stuck in the loop of “I’m a fucking genius!” followed by “This God damned thing!”. I guess using the Scrambler as a year-round daily commuter and camping mule is taking its toll.   I got the rear brakes back together (I’m a fucking genius!), but they are...
Low Census

Low Census

The doctors took the day off so they sent me home. It was warm out; it seemed like a good day to change my tires. The front tire was still good, so I left it alone. The rear bike tire was badly worn and the sidecar tire was bald, so I devoted my attention to replacing...