number9
08-30-2006, 09:15 AM
Well, as many of you may know, I bought all my camping gear when I was planning my trip out west (CO, UT, AZ) to save money on hotel rooms. I had all my camping gear in a large Ortleib duffle bag strapped to the rear seat for that trip. Didn't open the bag the whole trip, just carried it into the hotel room and back out the next morning. After being on the bike for 10-12 hours each day when I got to my destination I just didn't feel like camping. After that much time in the helmet listening to myself breathe or the mp3 player I just didn't want to sit in a tent alone in silence the rest of the night. Atleast if I got a hotel room I could watch tv and feel like I was having some human interaction - the AC was a bonus too. I really felt bad on myself after buying all this gear and convicing myself that camping was going to be cool - and carrying that extra 30# of gear up high all week for nothing sucked. I think it would be different with other guys/gals sitting around a popping camp fire telling lies though.
Forward to a month or so ago. I decided to take an overnight trip down into WV and then camp at one of our state parks here in KY. I rode out at 5am (this time with the camping gear down low in the side cases) and made the busy campground by 5:00pm. I rode around the campground and picked out a spot - a nice spot right beside the bath house, a picnic table and a dry stream bed. I walked in to check out the showers and they looked worse than the ones I remember from the college dorms :( Okay, so maybe I will just skip a shower in the morning, as bad as that would be (I hate not having a hot shower to wake up with). My wife and 9mo son had went to her parents house for the weekend so I pulled out the cell phone to call and see how they were and let them know I had made it and was alright........No Service :mad: This sucks. I can't go all night not knowing if they are okay and them worrying about me being okay. It was such a nice evening and I had a great spot so I hated not to camp this time. I figured I would set up camp and then ride out somewhere and get coverage and call them - and find something to eat. I sat there on the picnic table having a smoke (usually chew but don't when I ride on trips) and the last few sips from my camelbak. My bike was about 5 foot from me and the picnic table - where I was planning on pitching the tent. Out of no where two kids came flying down the hill on bicycles and zipped right through the gap between me and the bike. My first thoughts were "Holly smoke those kids were flying" :p but then they kept doing it, over and over. Now my thoughts were of them crashing into my bike or my tent.:ph1: I sat there for a bit and they kept making loops up the road and back down the hill right though my spot. I looked at my clock and it was about 5:30pm. Took a look at the GPS and I could be home by 7:30pm. Thought about it for a few more minutes and decided to ride on down to my Dad's house and spend the night with him since I don't get to see him much after moving away from home. Another set of scraped camping plans.
Forward to a couple weeks ago. A few guys on ST-Owners.com were meeting up outside Atlanta for a ride up into the north GA mountains. I decided to camp again and loaded the gear low in the bags to make the ride through the twisties more enjoyable. I ran down and met up with them and joined their ride. I split off in Clarkesville, GA and headed back north to Iron Horse campground in NC. Hadn't been on the way long and the skies opened up on me. I kept hoping to get out of it and it kept getting worse. It dried up by the time I got to Iron Horse though. I had thoughts of grabbing a room at Tuskeegee Motel, but decided I was going to camp this time for better or worse. The campground was about 1/3 full (mostly HD guys) and I got a nice spot just to the right of the main lodge on the bank of the creek. They had ran out of prime rib so I had to run back into Robbinsville and get some Dinner at the Brushy Mountain BBQ and came back and sat by my bike for a bit and listened to the creek flowing - very nice, except when the flood light on the cabin across the creek kept coming on. I had put the rain fly on the tent in case it rained again that night. It was a little warm in the tent but I managed to open up the vestibles a bit and get some air flowing in. Laying there listening to the creek was nice and relaxing. I woke up about 6:30am and thought about taking a shower and getting on the road but the creek sounded so nice I laid there and fell back to sleep. I woke up at 8:30am to the sound of rain on my tent. That sucked. Got up and went in and took a shower. I don't know if the showers were not cleaned in a couple days or if the run of HD guys before me that morning had skanked them up but they were not very clean and I thought twice about getting in them, but I did anyway. Got out of the shower to find that the rain had stopped. I started breaking camp, got the rain fly packed away in the compression bag and started taking down the air bed and tent when the rain started again. Once you are this far, ya gotta go ahead and finish. By the time I got done packing everything away I was all wet again which totally sucked having to start the day wet and clamy. I ended up being in rain nearly the whole rest of the day back home.
So.....the camping would have been fine if not for the rain. However, I did decide to share a cabin on my trip to NaSTOC week after next instead of taking my tent. If I know the weather is going to be dry I will camp, but if there is rain in the forecast, I will get a room. I'd rather pay the extra $20-30 and have a private, clean shower and a dry place to get my gear packed up to start the day. Having said that, maybe I will feel different if/when I spend a night camping with a group a guys/gals hanging out around a campfire.
Here's a pic from my west trip that would have made a nice camp spot - and that 30# bag on my rear seat.
Forward to a month or so ago. I decided to take an overnight trip down into WV and then camp at one of our state parks here in KY. I rode out at 5am (this time with the camping gear down low in the side cases) and made the busy campground by 5:00pm. I rode around the campground and picked out a spot - a nice spot right beside the bath house, a picnic table and a dry stream bed. I walked in to check out the showers and they looked worse than the ones I remember from the college dorms :( Okay, so maybe I will just skip a shower in the morning, as bad as that would be (I hate not having a hot shower to wake up with). My wife and 9mo son had went to her parents house for the weekend so I pulled out the cell phone to call and see how they were and let them know I had made it and was alright........No Service :mad: This sucks. I can't go all night not knowing if they are okay and them worrying about me being okay. It was such a nice evening and I had a great spot so I hated not to camp this time. I figured I would set up camp and then ride out somewhere and get coverage and call them - and find something to eat. I sat there on the picnic table having a smoke (usually chew but don't when I ride on trips) and the last few sips from my camelbak. My bike was about 5 foot from me and the picnic table - where I was planning on pitching the tent. Out of no where two kids came flying down the hill on bicycles and zipped right through the gap between me and the bike. My first thoughts were "Holly smoke those kids were flying" :p but then they kept doing it, over and over. Now my thoughts were of them crashing into my bike or my tent.:ph1: I sat there for a bit and they kept making loops up the road and back down the hill right though my spot. I looked at my clock and it was about 5:30pm. Took a look at the GPS and I could be home by 7:30pm. Thought about it for a few more minutes and decided to ride on down to my Dad's house and spend the night with him since I don't get to see him much after moving away from home. Another set of scraped camping plans.
Forward to a couple weeks ago. A few guys on ST-Owners.com were meeting up outside Atlanta for a ride up into the north GA mountains. I decided to camp again and loaded the gear low in the bags to make the ride through the twisties more enjoyable. I ran down and met up with them and joined their ride. I split off in Clarkesville, GA and headed back north to Iron Horse campground in NC. Hadn't been on the way long and the skies opened up on me. I kept hoping to get out of it and it kept getting worse. It dried up by the time I got to Iron Horse though. I had thoughts of grabbing a room at Tuskeegee Motel, but decided I was going to camp this time for better or worse. The campground was about 1/3 full (mostly HD guys) and I got a nice spot just to the right of the main lodge on the bank of the creek. They had ran out of prime rib so I had to run back into Robbinsville and get some Dinner at the Brushy Mountain BBQ and came back and sat by my bike for a bit and listened to the creek flowing - very nice, except when the flood light on the cabin across the creek kept coming on. I had put the rain fly on the tent in case it rained again that night. It was a little warm in the tent but I managed to open up the vestibles a bit and get some air flowing in. Laying there listening to the creek was nice and relaxing. I woke up about 6:30am and thought about taking a shower and getting on the road but the creek sounded so nice I laid there and fell back to sleep. I woke up at 8:30am to the sound of rain on my tent. That sucked. Got up and went in and took a shower. I don't know if the showers were not cleaned in a couple days or if the run of HD guys before me that morning had skanked them up but they were not very clean and I thought twice about getting in them, but I did anyway. Got out of the shower to find that the rain had stopped. I started breaking camp, got the rain fly packed away in the compression bag and started taking down the air bed and tent when the rain started again. Once you are this far, ya gotta go ahead and finish. By the time I got done packing everything away I was all wet again which totally sucked having to start the day wet and clamy. I ended up being in rain nearly the whole rest of the day back home.
So.....the camping would have been fine if not for the rain. However, I did decide to share a cabin on my trip to NaSTOC week after next instead of taking my tent. If I know the weather is going to be dry I will camp, but if there is rain in the forecast, I will get a room. I'd rather pay the extra $20-30 and have a private, clean shower and a dry place to get my gear packed up to start the day. Having said that, maybe I will feel different if/when I spend a night camping with a group a guys/gals hanging out around a campfire.
Here's a pic from my west trip that would have made a nice camp spot - and that 30# bag on my rear seat.