07-02-2010, 05:28 AM
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Yes, bob is the trailer. I didn't name it that, it came from the factory as a bob.
The next time I go I will carry less stuff, I found out I really didn't need the food I took, I carried cans of sardines, a jar of peanutbutter and a can of brown bread all that way for nothing. There were actually a few little Mom and Pop stores and stuff along the way to buy sandwiches and drinks and stuff. I might even be able to get away with using saddle bags instead of bob, that would make the ride a whole lot easier.
I tried to mark my map as I went so I knew where I could get food and stuff, and possibly a place to stay if need be, the one place was a little store, deli, I mean they served sandwiches on plain old white bread, and it was also a B&B, I wonder how the rooms were. I also now know more about getting the camping permits and stuff. I wondered all day if anyone would really care if you had a permit or not, but sure enough that night as I was sitting by my fire staying warm and reading a ranger pulled in and checked permits and made sure everyone was doing OK. Real nice guy too, I'm just glad I had the permit.
There was just 2 other people at the camp site, a guy and his son who was about 17, I talked to them for about an hour or so, real nice people. I was actually nice having someone else there, not like a big crowed campground but just someone else there incase I go bit by a rattlesnake or some stoned teenagers showed up and needed to be beat down or something. I carry my extra large buck knife and my tiny extremely bright flashlight, I figure that I can just explode out of my tent in a bright blinding slashing stabbing rage of fury and fight off anything from drunk teenagers to grizzly bears. Lucky for everyone this weekend that nobody knocked on my tent door looking to borrow a cup of sugar or anything. Let me look for a pic of the campsite.
The campsite.
![[Image: 8b445f48.jpg]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v136/twisteroo/8b445f48.jpg)
Another shot of the creek.
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The next time I go I will carry less stuff, I found out I really didn't need the food I took, I carried cans of sardines, a jar of peanutbutter and a can of brown bread all that way for nothing. There were actually a few little Mom and Pop stores and stuff along the way to buy sandwiches and drinks and stuff. I might even be able to get away with using saddle bags instead of bob, that would make the ride a whole lot easier.
I tried to mark my map as I went so I knew where I could get food and stuff, and possibly a place to stay if need be, the one place was a little store, deli, I mean they served sandwiches on plain old white bread, and it was also a B&B, I wonder how the rooms were. I also now know more about getting the camping permits and stuff. I wondered all day if anyone would really care if you had a permit or not, but sure enough that night as I was sitting by my fire staying warm and reading a ranger pulled in and checked permits and made sure everyone was doing OK. Real nice guy too, I'm just glad I had the permit.
There was just 2 other people at the camp site, a guy and his son who was about 17, I talked to them for about an hour or so, real nice people. I was actually nice having someone else there, not like a big crowed campground but just someone else there incase I go bit by a rattlesnake or some stoned teenagers showed up and needed to be beat down or something. I carry my extra large buck knife and my tiny extremely bright flashlight, I figure that I can just explode out of my tent in a bright blinding slashing stabbing rage of fury and fight off anything from drunk teenagers to grizzly bears. Lucky for everyone this weekend that nobody knocked on my tent door looking to borrow a cup of sugar or anything. Let me look for a pic of the campsite.
The campsite.
Another shot of the creek.