That was one of the many postulations about the 3:00 am arrival in the next camp site. The man crawled out of his Ford Ranger and sauntered through our campsite as we sipped on tea. Turns out the possible meth-head was a retired minister en route Montana after attending a religious talk in Portland, and wanted to take the scenic route home. Never saw that coming.
We finally packed up the campsite and headed to a light breakfast of banana and protein shake at the gas station-A&W-conveintent store. We took some back roads, trying not to replicate our journey back to Bend. We stopped in Condon where the attendent chatted with us for ten minutes, he hoped it would be more like half a day, so staved for company was he. Stopped in Fossil for fuel, HA! And, upon local recommendation, ate lunch along a creek at the Service Creek Resort. We enjoyed scrumptious cheseburgers, and then set up our chairs along the creek, opposite a century-old barn, to smoke our afternoon cigar. Jon discovered that a hat is a must for such occassions, his head started to overheat in the high altitude sun. I gave him my Triumph hat to get a few more minutes out of my cigar.
Back on the road, we appreciated the scenic ribbon of black asphalt back into Prineville where we made our last fuel stop. All-in-all, a very spectacular weekend trip, and a great introduction and test for the GW Dragster, riding man who can now say its been two days since his last camping trip.
Lessons learned: Get a two person tent to accomodate yourself and gear. A piss bottle that seals and keep it outside the tent (forgot to mention the air dried interior after a midnight Exxon Valdez event). Pack a hat. Buy more whiskey.
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