Okay, here is my version of things.
Everyone arrives early Thursday morning so we can load up the bikes and get on the road.
Getting Chris's KLX 650 out of his Avalanche so we can get it on the trailer.
The little DualSporter that would if she could...
Mama wants to get in on the action
Loading the bikes is a snap with such dedicated support personnel
The ride up is about 6-1/2 hours. We get away about 10:15am and arrive shortly before 5:00pm. We quickly find the State Park and are hoping to use the restrooms. Alas, they are closed for winter!! While there we spy a really nice looking house up on a hill behind the park office. Then we are off into town to look for restroooms. We run into Wasabi and Oldbmw at the local Shell station, which doubles as the town grocery and grill.
Before heading back out of town, we decide to hit the local liquor store... well... really it is just a tiny shack barely big enough to hold four or five of us at one time. The owner's wife happens to come in while we are there and she brings us up to speed on the local politics. Apparently, there is nothing and no one she does not know
As we are heading out we comment that we are going to check on lodging at the Indian Mound Campground which gets a huff and laugh out of her. Wasabi and Oldbmw had already told us the mobile home was a pit and she told us there was no way the owner would give is a refund of our deposit.
We head back South and find the campground. It looks pretty run down. The roads are all mud, there are horse corrals near the trailers, and everythink just looks pretty glum. The owner comes out and shows us to the "mobile home" which in reality is a crappy old 40 foot camper sitting up on blocks with weeds growing around it. I go in just to have a look. It ain't purdy
It is dark, dingy, smelly, unlevel, cold, and generally just a total pit. When we tell the owner this is nothing like what we were led to believe we were renting and that we would not be staying here, he refused to budge on refunding all or part of the deposit paid in advance by Bushwhacker. Seeing that arguing with him would be pointless, I make the call to just pursue other alternatives
Now the chatty liquor store owner's wife had called a friend in town that rents a house while we were at the store. I got her number while there. So this was our fall back plan. But there are also some little cabins at the state park so we decide to head back over there and check things out. When we arrive, we find Dyna Sport getting set up. Bryan "Dbdolan" is going to camp so he unloads his gear and bike while Wasabi and I take his car up to the office to check on the cabins. Gary, the park Ranger informs us that the primitive cabins rent for $30/night and have two beds, a bathroom, and are heated. We ask him about the house behind the office and he tells us it is $125 on weeknights and $150 on weekends and that it is available...
Well we figure it can't hurt to at least check out the nice cabin
So he takes us down there and we get a look inside. NICE! It has a huge deck, a nice fireplace, a huge main room, kitchen, full bath, a big room with two queen beds and a smaller room with two single beds, plus a couch. The view in all directions is great. It is more than we were originally planning to spend but with the cold weather, Chris and Desmo have decided to forgoe camping and to throw in their lot with us. So the price will be split five ways. We head backto the rest of the group and inform them of our decision. Everyone seems pretty happy.
After everyone is situated, the bikes and gear unloaded, we head into town for dinner. Cell phone coverage is mostly nonexistent, even in town. I think Chris is the only one getting coverage with Sprint so several of us use his phone just to check in with the SO's to let them know we have arrived intact and won't be calling them the rest of the weekend. Oldbmw tells us the food at the Shell station is pretty good so we decide to eat dinner there. The Bacon Cheeseburgers rock!
Irondawg arrives at the Shell station right about the time we are finishing dinner. We load up on necessities like Cinnamon Grahm Crackers, Cokes, Granola Bars, etc,... and then head back out to the cabin so Wasabi can show off his fire making skills! As we leave the gas station, we note that it is already in the low 30's outside.
Inside the cabin
Dbdolan, Dyna Sport and Oldbmw hang out with us in the cabin until about 10:30-11:00pm and then head over to their camping spots to enjoy the cool evening
Irondawg and I make a run into town to check if XR650Rocketman and Teeds have arrived yet. On the way, we spot glowing eyes on the roadside, then a few more, then really BIG heads, and finally realize we are driving through the middle of a large herd of Elk!! I had no idea there were Elk in this area
Hitting one of these beasties on the bike would be ugly to say the least
We get into town and don't find Steve and Tony, so we head back out to the cabin. They know when and where to meet us in the morning.
Friday morning outside the cabin
It got down to 25F last night
The back deck has a thin coating of ice on it. A light fog rises up off the lake surface. It looks to be a beautiful day, but man it is cold!! One by one, bikes sputter to life and start warming their internals. People start heading into town for the 9:00am meet. Chris is having a hard time getting the KLX to start and has to take it over by the truck to get out the tools to get it apart. After w bit of messing with it and using a jump starter, he gets it fired. Desmo, Chris and I are the last to arrive in town. We gas up, join the others, and then head out just a few minutes after 9:00am.
We head South out of town. The windchill is nasty! I have on lots of layers but I miss the electric vest I used on the GS
Gotta get that thing wired up on the KLR! We head into the woods on a little paved road that runs parallel to the base of a ridgeline. When we reach the spot on the GPS were the route turns towards the mountains, the road becomes dirt and immediately gets steep and twisty! If this is any indication of what the whole weekend is going to be like, it looks like it will be fun and challenging!!
The road is rutted with erosion gullies and littered with large fist sized rocks, broken tree branches, and is generally pretty rough. The KLR just chugs away as I stand on the pegs and focus on letting the bike do the work. When I reach a relatively level spot, I stop to wait for everyone to regroup. About half the group shows up and then no one... This can't be good! We're not 10 minutes into the ride! After a few minutes, the rest of the group arrives. It would seem Dbdolan lost his balance and fell over. The only damage is a busted turn signal. So up we keep going.
We soon reach a large level area at the base of a steep hill. the road goes straight up the hill. There are large ruts visible even from down here. I motion Xr650Rocketman up and inform him he gets to take point
Off he goes, followed seconds later by Irondawg. They fly up the hill and make it look easy. So off I go... At first I'm thinking it is pretty easy. As usual, when things seem to be going great, that is the time to worry. I tag a good sized rock that sends the bike off to the left side of the road into a large washout on the shoulder with huge rocks in it. Rather than try to ride it out, I just stop. As I stop, I see Wasabi come up in my peripheral vision and fall over onto the right side of the road against a muddy berm. They guys down at the bottom have to either be laughing by now or really stressing about their turn at the hill, hehe.
I just back my bike down the hill a few feet, Wasabi holds it so I can remount, then I get it up to the next semi-level spot where I stop and park. Then I slip and slide back down to Wasabi to help him get his bike up and get him back on his way. I motion for the others to come on up and wait at that spot in case anyone else has any problems. Of course they all make it look easy too
So off I go to chase down the pack.
As I am crusing along, I notice that many of the small puddles are frozen
I weave my way around most of them until I come to a really large one that covers the whole road. Without thinking I blast on through. An instant later I reget the decision as ice cold water rockets up my legs and starts running down into my boots. It dawns on me that it is going to be a LONG day with ice cold toes. As I am thinking about the situation, I notice SNOW on the trees!!
I rejoin the others and after some excited chatter about the first few miles, we head off eager to see what else awaits us. The area is a maze of forest and logging roads. I cannot imagine trying to explore the area without a GPS. Amazingly, most all of the roads are actually on the GPS maps!! We twist and turn our way through the woods, clear cut areas, planted farm woods, climbing hills, splashing through more puddles and doing long winding descents back down into the valleys.
Bryan "Dbdolan" Dolan emerges from a long puddle
A blocked river crossing at Black Fork Creek, have to find a way around
My KLR and Irondawg's hopped up DR350
Steve "XR650Rocketman" Smith forges the trail...
... And makes it look easy once again!
Chris "Oldbmw" Jennings getting across so he can set up to take pics of everyone else
John "Irondawg" Morin just before turning into the deep section
John crossing the deep section
John "Dyna Sport" McQueen heading into the deep on his KTM
Steve "Desmo" running along the shoreline
And gunning across the deep part
Tony "Teeds" contemplating the best path, Chris "Chris-V65Magna-TX" waiting behind him, and Bryan "dbdolan" still on the bridge
I get the pleasure of going across last. Half way through the deep part I hit a rock and lose my momentum. When I get on the gas, the back end just sinks into the stream bed and I stop moving. The bike starts falling to the left so I have to stab a foot down... Once again I am left contemplating the joys of a boot full of ice cold water
I get on the gas again, but the rear just continues to spin and settle in a bit. A sinking realization hits me that I am going to have to put my other foot in the water as well to push so I can get going again
It works and I am under way again, reaching the far side and bouncing my way up the slick shore to the road. I take a moment to remove a boot and try to wring out my sock. It is pointless. Resigned to numb toes for the rest of the day, I put the boot back on and we keep going.
In many places we have to ride around downed trees or large puddles
Teeds waiting to move out!
Most of the large creek and river crossings have nice concrete bridges
Somewhere near the Eastern most part of our route, we encountered a long section of mud. It is times like this that I hate going first hehe. I head out into the deep slickness with a sense of dread. The bike is just squirming around like puppies in a napsack! I try avoiding ruts from trucks by riding in the middle. It does not good. Mud piles up in front of my front tire and pushes me to the side slowly but surely. I slide into the small ditch on the side of the road and on my way down my right handle bar tags a small pine tree. Fortunately, I have a good set of handguards installed. My bar is bent, the tree is missing a large chunk of bark, but I am fine. Picking the bike up while standing is super slick mud is quite a challenge. The others go by one by one sliding around with their feet out to the sides like outriggers. They come back to help me get back on the bike and make sure everything is okay. On the far side of the mud, we pause to take better stock of the bike condition.
My throttle cables got whacked and bent. It seems the throttle is sticking and either wants to go wide open or chop shut. It is very difficult to make fine throttle inputs. There are a few tiny dings on the gas tank and a crapload of mud on the bike. She's good to go! After a slight navigational snafu on my part where Dbdolan slipped and dropped his bike in the mud while turning around, we are back on course and enjoy a spirited ride to Pickens where we stop for lunch in downtown.
Yes, this is downtown Pickens
After everyone finishes their sandwiches, it is time to get back to riding. While stopped we figured out that my throttle lock was bent and that it was causing the throttle to act like it was locked all the time. I removed it and all was good. So we head Northwest out of "town" back into the woods. Most of the roads are fast and fun. It does not take long before we reach a paved road just South of Hwy 144 near Noshoba and it is only 3:00pm. Far too soon to call it a day so we back track and look for more fun. Making up the route on the fly using just the tiny GPS screen while keeping an eye on the road is quite the challenge.
We eventually get to the Little River to find this...
Oldbmw and I scout downstream a bit to see if we might be able to cross. This is where his group made a crossing a few weeks back. However, there has been quite a bit of rain recently and the water is significantly higher and moving quite fast! We decide it is a no go. A quick check of the GPS shows some little roads that make their way South to another potential crossing so we head that direction. It is pretty cool when we are running along the river bank high above looking down on the fast moving water below. Soon though we drop back out onto the main road, Pickens Creek Rd, and we make our crossing here. Eventually we work our way over to the Florence Trail and begin heading Northwest again until we reach US 271. Florence trail is a great fast section with lots of elevation changes.
We head back up US 271 to the campground and call it a day! We ran right at 142 miles, leaving just after 9:00am and getting back to camp right around 5:00pm.
Oldbmw, Irondawg and XR650Rocketman relaxing after the ride
Just a bunch of pics looking out off the cabin back deck
Early in the ride, Bill was complaining of his bike overheating and making funny noises. If he stayed in second or higher gear, everything seemed fine. Once back at the cabin he gets to poking around and determines that his radiator fan is hitting it's shroud and the top of the valve cover case! He fights with it for a good thirty minutes or so until we convince him to move it to the back deck of the cabin so he will have better light to continue once we get back from dinner. Irondawg convinces him to remove the bodywork and gas tank so he will have better access. Five seconds after doing that, the problem is fixed, hehe.
So we head into town for dinner and meet everyone at the Shell station. We pick out our steaks from the grocery store side of the place and then have them cooked at the grill for an extra dollar! A HUGE ribeye steak cost me about $5 with a drink and fries!!
The problem is I am a lightweight when it comes to chowing down and I barely manage to eat half of it and a few fries before I can hardly move. Some of the other guys don't have this problem...
We pile into the truck for the short drive back to the cabin. This time Wasabi buys some fire starter logs
Once back at the cabin, Wasabi reassembles his bike while Oldbmw sets to tearing the back wheel off his. It seems his rear tire has done it's duty and is ready to retire. I brought my old rear D606 as a spare. The only problem is that it has a 3/4" long gash in it. Oldbmw decides to put an internal patch on it and mount it up on his bike.
They took a lot of teasing during this process... we had a LOT time to tease them
The rest of the evening is spent telling stories, sipping whiskey, planning the route for tomorrow, and listening to classic Led Zeppelin. Wet boots are set in front of the fireplace in hopes they will be warm and dry by morning. Numb toes are nicely thawed. We tease the campers about the fact that it is already in the mid 30's outside and how we had to get up last night to turn the heat down because it was insufferably hot in the cabin
I'm still fighting off the cold I got from Sarah over a week ago and load up on drugs before heading to bed.
Saturday morning arrives dull and early. It is grey and overcast. The low for the night was 33 F. Without some sunshine, it is not likely to warm up much today! Once again the morning stillness is ruptured every few minutes by the sound of cold engines sputtering to life and gasping at the cold air. A few at time people start heading into town, the early risers for breakfast, and the rest of us just in time to get gas and meet everyone at 9:00am again.
We head South out of town on US 271 back to where we ended yesterday's ride. This time we are going to be heading more to the South and exploring the areas around the Little River. Once off the main highway, the first few miles of the route is a small narrow paved road that runs along the base of a ridge. Once again, we turn towards the ridgeline and the road starts to climb, winding its' way up the side of the mountain. It is obvious that this road has seen virtually no traffic for a long time! It is rough, cluttered with rocks and branches, and has lots of erosion ruts. I think this is the Cloudy Noshoba trail and we follow it South for a good ways.
For some reason, my GPS is not working today like it normally does. I think it has to do with the route I created last night using my laptop computer. All the settings I normally use are changed. It keeps trying to navigate instead of just showing me the route I had laid out. It keeps autozooming in and out, making it hard to see the detail I need. I keep taking wrong turns, going a short way and then see that we are moving away from the route and we have to get everyone turned around. This goes on all day, but some of the wrong turns are at least fun!
We reach the Little River again and it is really flowing fast!
After crossing the Little River, the road gets really fun! It is fast, curvy, and relatively smooth. This makes for sliding in the corners that is predictable and controllable. Then the road turns South again and we come to an area that looks like a warzone. The trees have been clear cut over a large area. There sits a lone peak North of the road and I spot a twisting road going up to the top. I make a turn and off we go. It is a short run up to the top, but it is a fun one! At the top, we stop for a look around. We can easily see a LONG way in every direction. XR650Rocketman gets a signal on his cell phone, hehe.
Just South of this peak, we are supposed to be making a turn. The only problem is that there is no road where the map shows there should be... However, a quick scan of the map shows a road further up that looks to come back to where we want to be, so off we go. It does loop back and we do find the spot we want. However, I the route is still pointing South and again, it looks like there is no road. Folks are looking at me like, "Should we turn around... again?"
A good look over the edge of the hill shows what looks to have been a road a long time ago. Off we go...
This road is a blast. It is really more of a trail. I am rolling over small erosion berms, skirting along nasty ruts, running through some boggy mud and crossing a creek. Then the real fun starts, the climb out the other side. I just stand on the pegs and stay on the gas. The bike is jumping around and I try to give it free rein. I encounter a few surprises on the way up but manage to work my way over and around them before popping out onto another nice smooth road... with a locked gate at the entrance to the Houston Creek Hunting Lease
We backtrack through the fun stuff and eventually make our way all the way back to the main road where we visited the tall peak and then keep heading East looking for a place to cut back South to get back on our route.
We cross West Terrapin Creek and find a road that goes South. It is here that the map and reality part ways. We wind up running down several dead end roads trying to stay on the one that goes through. One spot dead ends back into the West Terrapin Creek. We look to see if it might come out on the far side of the creek but don't see anything indicating it might continue on. So we backtrack and try the next road. Eventually, we find the one that appears to go all the way through. It gets narrow and starts dropping down until we come to another creek crossing. This time it is quite obvious the road comes out the other side. While I am stopped telling Oldbmw he will have to cross first so he can get pics... vroom!!! There goes XR650Rocketman... Okay, so he's gonna have to go second... vroomm!!! There goes Irondawg! Okay, so third!! And he works his way down through the rocks and into the water
One by one we line up for our turn...
Everyone goes back to watch the last few come across
Desmo climbing out on the slick bank
Everyone makes it across without incident. Then just around the corner is another big mudpit. After my experience yesterday, I am not relishing being the first one through... vrooomm!! There goes XR650Rocketman roosting mud skyward like a black fountain. Not too be outdone, Teeds fires up his XR and roosts his way through, almost showering me in thick goop. When he tries to stop short on the far side, he finds the ground is deep, soft, and wet sand. His front end just plows a big huge trough before he dumps the bike over on its' side
The rest of us make it across with no problems and we continue on our way. We are soon back on the route and heading South again, only to encounter another missing road!? We come to a tee and the map shows there should be a road continuing south. Thinking it might be off a little, I venture each way along the tee to see if the road might be nearby. No luck. After returning to the tee at the point where the map says there should be a road, I look over the edge of the hill and notice a lack of trees along a thin line that looks like it might be an ATV trail. Off we go...
Once again we have stumbled onto a great little section of technical riding! It is wet, slick, muddy, sandy, rocky, steep, deeply rutted, and all the other things that make a road so much fun!! I am really starting to get into the groove of this kind of riding on the KLR and am having a blast. The thought of trying to do this on the big heavy GS just wear me out thinking about it, hehe. Once again, after a short section of technical bliss, we pop out onto a fairly civilized road and keep going South. At a fork I take the wrong turn and it turns out to be a driveway! An older fella is coming out but I just loop around and take the other fork.
We probably should have talked to him... No doubt he would have told us about this bridge a few hundred yards further down the road
After a nice break waiting for Oldbmw to get back from his scouting trip downstream, we decide to backtrack a bit and then look for a way around further to the East. About a mile and a half down the road we find another road heading South, then another cutting back to the West that intersects our route again. We eventually wind up about 1/2 mile South of the destroyed bridge. The next mile or so turns into another technical climb. The road is deeply rutted with large rocks scattered about. I start up and work at keeping my momentum, carefully picking my lines and having to jump the ruts occasionally to get to the better side of the road. At one point things get ugly after the back end catches a big rock that kicks the bike out sideways. A quick stab of the foot and liberal dose of the throttle sets things right and I climb back up on the pegs to resume my relaxed standing position, letting the bike thrash around under me. All too soon the fun ends and I pop out at the top into a large intersection of dirt roads. I stop so we can make sure everyone arrives okay.
After a few minutes, Oldbmw heads back down to see what is keeping the last few guys. About the time I am starting to worry, everyone comes charging up the hill with big grins on their faces. It seems Wasabi bottomed out his rear and his license plate got ripped off by his back knobby
About this time, Chris notices that the plate on his KLX is literally tearing across one corner so he takes it off and stuffs it in his tailbag. Off we go...
The next few miles of road look like they have not been used in years. We are just on the East side of the Pine Creek State Park Lake. The road squiggles around some small but steep hills and drops down in elevation. Once again we come to a tee and the map and roads don't jive. The only thing to do here is pick a direction and see where it goes and if it takes us away from the route on the GPS screen. I do, it does, and we make another U-turn, hehe. The second choice takes us down further in elevation and dead ends into a lake, well... what is supposed to be Long Creek. Apparently the recent rains have really raised the level of the nearby lake and caused flooding back up the creek beds. No way we are going to cover that vast an expanse without any knowledge of what lies underneath, another U-turn.
Everyone is making their way back up the to the T intersection. Dyna Sport and I are last in line when I spot a smaller road going off into the woods that looks like it might lead to a crossing further upstream. Dyna Sport heads off to investigate while I wait at the intersection. I watch as he rides down several hundred yards and then stops. He starts to turn around and then I see black goo being roosted off into the woods from his back tire. I watch a moment to see if the can get out and then he waves me down to help. When I get there, he is sunk up to the rear axle in a bog. Seems he got a bit to close to the edge of the water and the ground is extremely soft! We drag his bike out and unravel the sticker vines that have wrapped around his front brake rotor in all the excitement. We head back up the hill to join the rest of the group who are waiting patiently and cluelessly.
Now we are backtracking again looking for a road to cut back to the East. It is getting late in the afternoon and folks are starting to grumble about lunch. Apparently, some of the big eaters in the group cannot survive an afternoon eating only granola bars, hehe. It is also becoming apparent that there is no way in the world we will be able to complete the entire route and get back to the campground before dark. So I start working us back to the Northeast towards Pickens for lunch and gas.
We pick up a road shown on the maps as 70000. It runs pretty much straight North but it is quite curvy! XR650Rocketman and I are running up front at about 55-60mph and just get in a nice groove together. The dust cloud behind us is long and thick. Leading might be risky at times, but it has its' perks too
We stop at intersections to make sure no one is missing and then keep going. Now I am in that mode where I am having a blast, but the stops are less frequent because I want to get to Pickens sooner than later. I'm hungry
Just outside town we come to a funky multidirectional intersection that would be real easy for someone to miss, so I stop. We have been running a pretty fast pace so I figure it might be a while before the tail gunners show up. XR650Rocketman is waiting at the intersection while I run up and down each branch to figure out which one is the right way to go. Then he waves us on while he waits for the others. Downtown Pickens is just up the road about a half mile. I stop and go on in to order my sandwhich. The owners are happy to see us again and wonder if the rest of the crew is coming? "Eventually," I tell them. As I sit out front eating my ham sandwich and feeding Cheetos to the stray cat, I am starting to wonder though... "Where the heck are those guys!?"
The rest of the crew does indeed eventually show up, no obviously torn up bikes or injured riders, so everything must be okay. It turns out that Dbdolan came up to an intersection and in a moment of indecision locked up the back brake causing a highside. He got tossed and landed in some mud and was not hurt. The bike needed a little TLC and they were good to go. Everyone gets their lunch and a good rest. It is around 3:00pm so I figure we will just start heading back to the campground via the back roads and that should get us back right around 5:00pm again.
We head Northwest out of town on Pickens Creek Rd and then pick up Watson Creek Rd. This is the same route we took yesterday. It is a lot of fast stuff where we can run 50mph or so. The fun part is these concrete dips for water to run across the road. We hit these at about 60mph and they launch the bikes a bit. Soon though we reach the "town" of Nolia and the road is paved. We hit Hwy 144 and decide to just head back to US 271. Oldbmw needs to be getting on back as he plans to leave this evening. The rest of us are going to try the K Trail just off of US 271. However, when we get there we find it gated off
At this point, we call it quits and just head back to the campground.
We get the bikes loaded on the trailer and clean up for dinner. Tonight we plan to hit the little cafe across the street from the Shell station. Apparently, they are having a Steak Dinner special! The food turns out to be pretty good and the portions are freakishly large!! I manage to eat maybe 1/4 of my steak and a some fries, don't touch the beans and certainly not the dessert!! It is an interesting place. If Oldbmw ever came in here, surely he has pics of the bathroom
Just outside on the wall is a sign that says, "Management cannot be responsible for accidents!"
Sorta makes me wonder what the bathroom has in store for me!?
The after dinner group pic: (L-R) Standing: Dbdolan, Dyna Sport, Wasabi, Desmo, Irondawg, Tourmeister Sitting: Teeds, XR650Rocketman, Chris-V65Magna-Tx (not shown: Oldbmw).
We retire to the cabin for the evening to finish off the libations and engage in wild story telling. Of course, Wasabi has another great fire going!! In the morning, lots of folks bug out at ungodly early times. The normal folks in the crowd bug out around 10:00am
Yes, I do have eyeballs in those sockets... It was just so freaking bright!!
It takes about 6 hours to get home. The traffic on I-45 was suffering from a severe case of NASCARitis!! I was doing 80+ in the slow lane and was holding up traffic!? People were really impatient and acting like morons
We survived it though and got to Huntsville about 4:00pm. It's always good to get home.
The weekend was awesome. The riding in the Clayton area is a blast! The terrain is a series of parallel ridges that form what looks like a giant thumbprint on a topographic map. It looks like God just sorta gave the area his stamp of approval
The result is roads that run along the tops of the ridges and in the valleys below with a maze of smaller roads criss-crossing between and among all the ridgelines. Some parts are really pretty and others are just massive areas of denuded forests from timber harvesting. Most of it just looks like a big timber farm where all the trees are the same height. There are tons of creeks and tiny little forgotten roads. I could spend countless weeks exploring the area and look forward to the next chance to go back. This one just sort of popped up on me and I had to leap when I could. That ten such great folks could go with me on such short notice was a miracle!
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