Winding up our tour of the back roads in Arkansas and Missouri, we rode through many amazing twists and turns including the Ozark National Forest, the Mark Twain National Forest, around the Buffalo River and a few million others that overwhelmed my poor brain. A gem of an area of our country that my brothers and I enjoyed immensely. I think I put more miles on the sides of my tires than the middle! :c)
To take it all in, we stopped at a roadside pull off for a few minutes, giving the bikes a chance to cool down and the blood to recirculate in our butts.
Gordy installed his GoPro camera on his helmet to record some of the roads we were on. One reason was to show the folks back home the fun we had, the other reason was so he could watch the videos over the winter when there will be snow on the ground where he lives and his motorcycle will be in hibernation.
At one stop, we looked down on a river that was pale green in color, not from any pollution, but from the many minerals leached out of the ground.
Did you ever take a moment to try to remember all the cars you've owned? It's pretty hard to do, at least for me. We've discovered on many of the back roads, people don't have too much of a struggle remembering all their cars because they usually are all over their yards, left right where they died and now are sporting all kinds of weeds and trees growing out of them.
We came to this one field where there were dozens of old cars and trucks just left to the elements.
But this one got us thinking...and dreaming.
It was complete except for the seat and windshield. We think it is either a 1941 or 42 Chevy pickup, it would make a great restoration project. The wheels in our minds started turning and we dreamed of how fun it would be to take on a project like that.
Where is it? We ain't telling, or somebody else might decide to take the truck home. ;c)
Our ride was coming to an end and we had our last lunch before we split up, with Dave and Gordy heading back to New Jersey and me going down to South Carolina. Dave mentioned that exactly one year ago we were on our annual motorcycle trip and we were under cover in New York state waiting out a heavy rainstorm. We were amazed that we hadn't hit any rain the entire time we were riding.
After we split up, guess what I ran into?
A frog strangling thunder storm with heavy rain, I sought shelter under an overpass. I saw the storm clouds building and decided to stop in a hotel for the night. The storm hit one mile from my exit. Talk about bad timing! I waited and waited for the rain to let up but it kept on coming, harder and harder.
Between the trucks dowsing me with spray as the went by on one side and the wind blowing rain in from the other, I got pretty wet. After a half hour, I donned my rain suit and pulled out, heading for the hotel. I was a sight as I sloshed in to the hotel front desk to get a room. Signing in, I left a puddle where I was standing. A nice hot shower never felt so good.
This morning, the sun was shining and I motored down towards where we are at the COE, I met Marti here:
Yep, that is our new home base being built in Chapin, South Carolina. No, we're not stopping traveling and the Journey will still be with us, but we're looking at the future to have a place to come to if we ever decide to hang up the keys. We're enjoying seeing it being constructed, it should be done early to mid October.
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