Wednesday, August 6, 2014

8/6 - Overheard Bikers

262 miles, and farewell, Sturgis.

It was sad to leave 'motorcycle camp' with Sash and Steve, but good to be on the road again. I rolled in with the setting sun and pitched my tent just past Buffalo, WY, in Bighorn National Forest. In spite of my fears that bears would maul my scooter, I was asleep by 10pm. No cell service, no artificial lighting, just a tired, sweaty scooterist.

1 comment:

  1. I just posted about an overheard conversation myself, on my poetry blog, yesterday.
    We really hated to see you go. But I don't think bears want your scooter. . . LOL!
    Sash-The Rude Biker Chick