Touchdown. The club rented out the entire Leakey Inn. I’ve never stayed here, I like new scenes. This one is an old one, some of the buildings here are the originals from 1929.
A guy named Charles Price and his wife Missouri, pronounced Missoura, built up quite a business here at that time. The old timers called this spot Cedar Hill, I suppose people have been sneezing in this spot for decades
. Missoura was well known for her hand dipped sour ice cream and homemade waffle cones. The crème for her ice cream was delivered in Model Ts, hauled across six low water crossings from Sabinal to Uvalde by way of Silver Mine Pass (never thought about that pass having a name, dummy me). I obviously don’t know this lady, but I’m liking her more and more anyhow. Couple pics as we found the digs today:
And there is a mosulium on site, they died the same year!!
My ugly mug
I have a bit of history in this area. My wife’s grandparents lived in Leakey back in the day, he was the principal at the high school and deacon at the Baptist church. My wife spent many summers here, doing mostly chores, with the payoff being walking down to the Frio in the afternoon from their house in town. In my life as a child, I was across the great divide those same summers hanging out on the Nueces for our family vacations. So we both have a thing for this part of the world. Pic of me in the Nueces with my sisters, late 70s.
I was programmed from an early age, no Disney Land, it was 4wds, bikes and tent camping. My Chevy Luv attempting to get to the swimming hole on the Nueces, I was in high school. My brother-in-law helping somehow in the bed,
Couple years later, my wife and I on our honeymoon in the Reagan Wells area, between Concan and Uvalde the way the crow flies. Is that cool or what?
In my mid 20s I started going back as an “adult” to the Nueces when you could still do some pretty fun 4wd stuff along the river. It was outlawed around 2003 by locals forming a coalition, “killing fish eggs” was the campaign. Now there are 5x the fish in that river and they are 10’ long. Or maybe that is complete crap and nothing has changed, other than less fun. Me in my beloved ‘69 blazer in the Nueces late 90s somewhere in the Montel area.
The past 15 years, I came up this way frequently helping with an offroad park northwest of Leakey. Pic of me in my Toyota Truggy last spring on that property.
Recent years I started crisscrossing every public dirt road on my bike. I suppose this general area has been meaningful for many people/families and represents good times, I absolutely love it “up” here. With that sentiment in mind, I noticed I have a spring in my step today!!! Made me think of Travis Tritt’s song, It’s a great day to be alive…..the lesser known 4th verse is It’s a great day to be drinking beer…….pic of my trailer on site:
These guys will be riding mostly Triumphs, Nortons, BSAs etc., but I don’t have one of those. I plan on riding my AT to chase the brit bikes one day (ride sweep
, then maybe ride on my own on more adv type stuff the other day? Rain dependent. My buddy that invited me, Scot, he had a pretty sweet late model Thruxton, but it rides no more. Luckily he still does.
Been trying to talk him into a scrambler so he can ride dirt with me…..and still look cool with his club? He pretends he can’t hear me. Here is a picture of him on this trip, I want you to have a visual of someone hardheaded pretending they can’t hear me when I suggest bikes that are for sale. Can you still claim deafness when you get a text from me with links to Craigslist or TWT with bikes for sale, weekly? It’s honest work.
He is going to borrow a bike from one of the club masters for this run. I brought my 500 for…..dang it I don’t know what for. But when I was packing up I saw him look over at me, didn’t seem right to the leave the little fella behind.
Wow, overwhelmed at the rigs and bikes rolling in. You get a few pics now….I have to digest all this appropriately….and the beer. Cold is smooth, smooth is cold.
Today was mostly about settling in and old friends visiting and reliving the glory days. I think I’m going down to the well tonight, and I’m gonna drink till I get my fill. And hope when I get old I don’t sit around thinking about it, but I probably will. Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory yeah. Well time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of…..Glory Days, well they’ll pass you buy in the wink of a young girl’s eye, Glory Days.