It's What Men Do

[CHECK_OIL]

Originally Posted by AteamNM

I'm not in, boring, bad photography, etc. Nope, not gonna book mark this page.



Damnit, I'm in.

[epicxcrider]

Originally Posted by Pantah

I have a hard time imagining you were stepping out the back end of that 500lb monster like a dirt bike, but hey...you're young and foolish. It took me years of dirtbiking around those parts to learn to slide a motorcycle and none of them weighed more than 250lb!

Haha well you have to be a bit creative to make everything read well ;) You certainly can't ride these things like a dirtbike but it feels good to get the back end out once in a while and that's certainly possible. I really only had about 50-60 lbs of gear wet so the thing wasn't loaded to the gills either.

[motorradrudi]

beautiful pics!!!



Best greatings from Germany
Rudi

[epicxcrider]

Day Six: The Lost Coast


I was up and out early to find a slightly chilly and overcast morning accentuated by the humidity from the river. I had a bit of a walk around to enjoy the area while Bernie and Shawn got moving.



I walked over to the pile of food with Bernie to collect everything and grab an avocado from the bag for breakfast. Then I hear from Bernie "Uh, I think we had a visitor". The bag of avocados, two clif bars and Bernie's camp spoon were nowhere to be seen. I remembered hearing something around the tent early in the morning but hadn't thought much of it.

No avocado for me. Clif bar breakfast, pack up, move on.

Going easy on the throttle to keep from digging a hole in the riverbed I led us out and back onto the Ave of the Giants. We would have to head South to gas up in Redway and then make for the coast on the road less traveled.

[epicxcrider]

I'm not really sure what I had imagined NorCal would be like, but Garberville wasn't it. Beyond the SF area towns had been fairly small, few and far between - even along Route 1. There was plenty of traffic traveling the Redwood Highway, but exploring the towns and secondary roads revealed a different part of the state reminding me more of Northern New England than I imagined California would be. We started to see less money in the towns, a few shady characters here and there, people staring as we rode by. Everything you expect in a small woods town.

We gassed up in Redway which, as always, took longer than I'd like. I took advantage of the time to watch the local color come and go, wondering aloud who was already stoned for the day based on how long it took them to remember they were there to get gas.

The sun now bright in the sky and warming us up from the chilly night, we took the only road West out of town.





Practically alone on the road, we climbed and turned our way up. Where the road was steep we switchbacked through pines dense enough to turn day into dusk, emerging again into the brilliant cloudless sky.



The further we went, the better things got. As the scenery got better, the roads got worse - but who cares, we've got the bikes for it.



Occasionally we would pass a driveway, usually gated. It seems most people out here lived off the grid - relying on solar, wind, rainwater collection, and generators. The smell of growing cannibus was sporadic, but ever present.







At one point I had to stop just to take it all in. This is seriously beautiful country.





We passed through the small town of Honeydew, but I blinked and missed it.



Lots of pictures. It was beautiful.





After an amazing ride, we arrived in the village of Petrolia.



A real live phone booth!

[epicxcrider]

Petrolia is quite remote with only two roads leading into town. We stopped at the only store to pick up some food - and to my surprise they had quite a selection of home made dried fruits and baked goods. We grabbed a quick snack and chatted with the cashier about the area. She was from back East, and when asked "so what brings you here?" she simply replied by waving her hands around in a "just look around you" gesture.





We asked about heading to the coast and she said we shouldn't miss it - off we went. The road followed the Mattole river - one of a few undammed rivers left in the country - past a few small farms and then turning to a dusty dirt road that brought us to the ocean.



Barely a cloud in the sky, the ocean was just so BLUE! A cloud bank miles off shore obscured the horizon making the transition from ocean to sky hard to find. Despite the chilly Westerly wind, the bright sun kept us warm as we walked along soaking in the beauty.







On a map in the parking area I spotted a road a few miles away labeled "4WD REQUIRED". Perfect. We saddled up and rode up onto the bluff looking for the road.





Climb Climb






My Desk





We raced up the rough dirt road, passing through the low grass and clover of an old farm. Curving up into a wooded area, I spotted the road we were looking for. Let's see where it goes :)

[slide]

I've been in that less well known area. Among the best places on earth I've ever been. Nice to see you got good weather to enjoy it too.

[epicxcrider]

We rode slowly down the dirt two track, the visibility limited by overgrown white pines. I round a small corner and get on my game as an old beat Subaru wagon racing up the road just about knocks me into the woods. Some old guy inside just scowled as he drove by, probably just as surprised as I was.



Our reward was not long in waiting - after clearing the low pines a road lay out before us seeming to continue into the horizon as it followed the vast rolling hills down towards the ocean.



I watched Bernie and Shawn ride onward until they finally dropped out of sight.



Cresting the ridge, it was hard to find a sense of scale looking down towards the endless ocean.



Words failed me.

[WaywardSon]

Been through a lot of that country, but not all. You are doing a great job of capturing it. Nice work and thanks for taking us along

[epicxcrider]

It's easy to talk - but kind of hard to say anything about this place



We rode down to where to road leveled off and walked around for a bit




The GS in it's natural habitat

And Shawn in his


Then back up.

[epicxcrider]

The ride up was steep and loose, but nothing crazy



First Bernie, then Shawn



Then me



Back down.







We headed back to Petrolia.

[epicxcrider]

Back in town, we headed North on the only other road out of town -



and before long, we were back on the coast.



Beautiful day to be a cow



We headed inland again.



The roads were rough, but awesome with no other cars





I could get used to this job




Before long, we dropped out of the mountains into Ferndale

[epicxcrider]

It was July 4th and we were looking to see some fireworks tonight. Crescent City looked like the place to be, so we got back on 101 North. It was a nice ride but there was quite a bit of RV traffic and the 59.9 degree constant 20mph wind was starting to get old.

Finally, we reached Crescent City



We rode around looking for a place to camp and probably wasted half an hour doing that. Finally I caved and we pulled into an RV park. This wasn't actually all bad as we had a nice spot for tents and got to do some laundry. Around 7 we rolled out to find some food and drink.
If Garberville wasn't what I expected, Crescent City was a total let-down. We hoped to find some good food and a good size town with a nice Main st. All we found was a spot to park the RV on the way to Oregon. Disappointed by the food we walked over to watch the fireworks on the beach.



What happened next we couldn't have predicted..

[epicxcrider]

Crescent City seems to have converted the parking lot at the beachfront to some kind of "Trailer Park by the Sea" affair. Basically, it's an RV only parking lot that on this particular night was completely full up with drunks. People crawled out from under the floorboards of society to come to the big fireworks shindig.



The beach was full of people setting off bottle rockets, smoke bombs, whistlers and volcanos. And the sun was still bright in the sky. Kids were smashing up fireworks on the rocks so they'd just fly around randomly. The "punk" kids in their pickups in the parking lot were firing more towards the beach. We would flinch every time something went off. We got to see firsthand why fireworks are illegal in a lot of places.

The most impressive show happened before it got dark and someone set off probably $500 worth of mortars.


Couldn't even wait until dark to set them off

We were standing there in amazement when some guy walking by said to us "It's like hillbilly hell here" laughed and kept walking to set up his chair for the show.

This whole thing reminded us of the only other event like it: The Thomaston, ME 4th of July. All the way back home on the East coast, the exact same shenanigans had happened three hours before. If you've been to either, you know what I mean.

We'd had enough laughter for one night and left before the town show even started. We knew tomorrow would be a long day.

[epicxcrider]

Day Seven: The Oregon Trail



We got up early to get a good start on the day and damn it was cold. It was even worse when we got on rt 199 and headed up into the mountains at 70. I was thankful for heated grips as I watched the temperature drop into the high 40's - and thought Shawn must be struggling a bit without them.



By the time we reached Gasquet it was in the low 40's and Shawn had his left hand clamped to the cylinder head. I knew it would warm up when put the mountains behind us so I pushed on without stopping to put on more gear. The highway was a great ride, but it was hard to enjoy it in the cold.



It finally warmed up when we reached O'Brian, Oregon and our pace became more relaxed as we warmed up in the sun. The landscape clearly changed ahead of us as we headed towards the Eastern side of the mountain range.



Riding up Rt 62, I spotted a little detour that turned out to be a great little ride - taking Butte Falls Road to Crowfoot road. It spit us back out on the Crater Lake Highway after enjoying a bit of the volcanic landscape.



Then, we hit the dirt.