Dr. Beard and myself planned a canoe trip in Ontario's Algonquin Provincial Park for mid September knowing full well the weather could be iffy/cold. We rode our GS's up there and had a blast. This is the ride/paddle report.
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All loaded and ready to leave. The packing setup was very strange for us both requiring camping/backpacking gear, a PFD and the usualy motorcycle camping gear too. Good thing we have the mighty BMW GS :clap
My starting mileage:
Cruising along the Potomac River on Columbia Island.
We slabbed it up 270 to 15N and into PA farm country. The weather was great this morning and temps were in the low 60's.
From Harrisburg we set North on the less travelled eastern side of the river along Hwy 478(?) where the farm fields dominated our view and the river was never too far away.
I'm sure this BBQ would be great in a few hours. Onward!
This view never gets old. I just love these 80-100 year old Sycamores.
Fueled up and ready to roll again. Beard takes the lead.
Coming in to Danville on the Susquehana from the back way.
We continued N on 642 to 42 to 220 and stopped at a roadisde grill/bar/inn/diner for a bite to eat. I had the breakfast special for $3.99 and Beard had a big ol sandwich. The warm coffee hit the spot as the temps dipped into the low 50's outside with a bit of fog.
This unique custom sat outside.
From here we cruised north through Sayre and Oswego on up. The afternoon carried on and the wind picked up from the west. We took a break to make some coffee in the windbreak of a highschool. Always the trojans as a mascot for local highschools...certainly not a subtle hint.
Cruising through NY up toward Syracuse.
We pulled in to a grocery store an hour north of Syracuse and picked up a sausage, some bread and veggies for dinner then hightailed it to the State Forest.
The sun was sinking lower but we had an hour of light left.
Matt went to set up camp while I decided to explore the Salmon River Falls not far away. I had seen their headwaters a month before in the Great Whetstone area and thought it'd be neat to connect the two.
Down these colorful and steep stairs.
And a bit closer with some yahoo blocking the shot!
I return to camp from the other direction to find that we chose the wrong spot...clearly.
So I go exploring for another spot and find this beautiful bridge.
We transition our camp down the roads to where we won't get busted. Few cars travel by through the night anyway.
We make a small pie on the fire then share the gooey and sweet mess over whisky and brews.