Laurel Fork Fall 2010 on the Honda Ruckus 50cc
My VStrom is in riding condition and clean as a whistle...so I decided to take my Ruckus to West Virginia for the biannual Laurel Fork Campout.
I drop down and hit 45mph sustained until 220 then fortunately enjoy the wind to my back keeping speeds high and cars passing me minimal. Up to Snowy Mountain Rd, the views are spectacular and I savor the cool crisp breezes and natural smells of cow pastures.
I turn around to take a pic of this sign. For those not down with the lingo, a "Polecat" is another name for a skunk.
Eventually, it spits me out on PR112 and I cruise over to Spruce Knob Lake on fresh asphalt funded by the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act. Not sure how I feel about them paving this portion of wilderness in WV. FAIL!
Fortunately, it turns back to gravel and I make the sharp left onto PR1 which will take me toward Gandy and Dry Fork.
The first thing Larry, the rancher, asks is "Where'r ya from?"
"Harrisonburg in the Shenandoah Valley" I reply.
"Good!" he says. "Them Valley folk are good people, they helped me with ma wood gate here. Now them fellas from Maryland, they ain't give me a hand and just blast on by."
"Oh really? I'll give em hell later for ya."
We continue to chat with another delayed motorist just passing through. He had not been here since he was in his twenties but enjoyed the fact that it looked unchanged from his memory. I can only hope I too experience the same when I visit in twenty years.
Larry walks over to his truck then comes back with a book he wrote about the nearby Sinks of Gandy. The passing motorist purchases a copy and I suggest he has it autographed by the author himself. He does so and I sneak a picture.
We enjoy each others company over the evening and remark on how small a group this is from previous years. Temperatures fall in the evening with no clouds and I retire early around 10PM to my hammock in the trees. I brought extra insulated layers, insulated air mattress, 25degree down mummy bag and an army poncho liner to stay warm. It worked remarkably well until just before waking when my toes were numb. :vardy
The spring was running strong and I went to fill up my water to brush my teeth and make some coffee and oatmeal. Some industrious fellow had extended the spring pipe making access from the road much easier!
HackHawk made it around this corner this time. Good job man!
Returning to camp, I hang around and riders eventually start to pull in from their rides.
A passing motorist pulls in and relays that he too rides a dual sport and this event looks cool. JD Rocks and Bloochdog schmooze it up with him while the kids watch from the backseat and his wife smiles yet gives a knowingly unapproving look at his youthful exuberance.
We relax into the night and I eventually retire at midnight. It is about 10 degrees warmer than last night due to the cloud layer above.
I sleep very well and am warm when I wake around 8 or so.
We make our way back over Spruce Knob to the Gateway Restaurant just 5 min late for breakfast. Oh well, lunch will have to do.
Jax shows up and we sit around for a while chit chatting.
I take off from the group and they soon pass my slow ass on a big hill. See ya'll later! :wave
I gas up in Franklin then head toward Brandywine. I always pass this thing but never stop. The ruckus is great for that so I pay a visit to this frightening metal sculpture baby slaying monster. Wicked :super
Great weekend and my first long-ish adventure on the ruck at just about 300mi for the weekend. Not too shabby.