Road Testing my Spud (prototype II)

[PapaYolk]

It's rough around the edges, not unlike the bent old hands that made it, but Spud, the prototype of my Idaho Bedroll (patent pen.), is done and needs tested in the field. “Yes. It's a need.” I explain to the wife as I pack meat and beer.




Come. Sit. Three Fingered Tim will share a tale.




It came first to my dreams, troubled my sleep then soon my days. A still small voice intoning, “Build the bed, it will take you places.”




So I built it. Let the places begin.

[Spartandude]

Awesome trailer.

[Superhawk]

nice work !

[PapaYolk]

Got a late start from Roswell. Up US95 to Weiser where I stopped to pick up a deer tag at Bi-Mart. Part of the concept behind my bed roll is the ability to just ride and stop whenever the fancy strikes and have a bed to stow one's boots under. Rolling through Midvale the shadows were getting long so I started looking for a spot to camp. I see down to my right where the old highway used to cross a long gone bridge along the river.





It happened to be at a trail access to the Weiser River trail that was the old rail line from Weiser up to Tamarack, so it had an out house. Slept with the top off, under the stars. When I woke and saw Orion rising over the canyon I broke camp in the dark and headed out.

[benwiggin2]

I hope there is moar to this!

[Norhasken]

More...

[PapaYolk]

Stopped and made coffee at Evergreen campground along the river north of Counsel.




Then up and over into the Little Salmon drainage at New Meadows to follow down (North) to Riggens where it runs into the Salmon.




Stopped for breakfast in White Bird: meat and beer.




Took the old grade to climb out of the canyon.

[Norhasken]

What a handy little trailer.

[PapaYolk]

Originally Posted by Norhasken

What a handy little trailer.

You ain't seen nothing yet. I took out the TV because where I'm headed it's hard to even get radio. Pulls sweet through the twesties. Light with a center of gravity lower than a set of truck nuts. The deep-cell is slung down between the half-axles and the gun locker is right over the running gear. The cargo bed is only 24” X 34”. The nose is just a light bedding and coat storage shell, All the weight is over the galley/cargo-box. It pulls like a small, low trunk on a long neck.

Opens with one hand. Stop for a rest. Pop a beer and pull her open with your free hand. Instant couch. The bed and support legs have dropped down. That simple.

[PapaYolk]

From Grangeville I dropped into the Clearwater drainage and enjoyed the ride up 14 to Elk City were I gassed and asked the way to Dixie.







From Grangville I dropped into the Clearwater drainage and enjoyed the ride to Elk City were I gassed and asked the way to Dixie.


I made it to to Dixie Town and beyond before dark. I camped among the trunks of tall timber reaching for light from a steep valley. Two cluttered hunter camps sided the dirt road. I pulled along a far table within a stone's throw of the privy making the third leg of a good defensive triangle. If a bear became covetous of my pork splattered galley a cross fire might aid my distress.

Camp fires and purposeful men loading four-wheelers wake me before light. I lay in my bunk watching. It is cold but wool and down blankets top me and an electric bunk pad held the cold from below at bay. The sky begins to wipe away the stars. My single shot rifle is on the pic-nick table under my leather jacket, in easy reach. This is about as far as my hunting skills go theses days. Should a deer pass as I: set cooking, wake from napping, fumble about looking for my cane or beer opener, or set strapping on my leg brace – it's back strap steaks are mine.

No pics. Moved down the road at light.

[PapaYolk]

Dropped the rig along the road and scouted ahead for a camp spot.




Spot found, I bring up Spud, unhitch and rolled her into the woods. I strap my leather jacket to the bike and leave my helmet on a stump. I'm a kid again, with a loaded gun, license to kill, and miles of wilderness to ride. Can't really road hunt on a bike or you'll soon glance too long at that might-really-be-a-buck and lose the road. But one can bump and glide along, butt firmly planted in the saddle, ball cap backwards, shirt sleeves a flapping and grin splitting the gray face hair..




Off to Macy Bar

[n16ht5]

cool trip, nice pad

[Crusier Dude]

Hey PapaYoke,

You are LIVIN THE DREAM, good for you. I am amazed at where you are riding that BIG ROAD BIKE.

Keep up the GOOODDDDD LIIIIVVVVVVIIIINNN.

Les

[PapaYolk]

[JUNBUG]

I'm diggin the spud. What does it weigh full of gear.