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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
If this were the last night of the world/ What would I do? / What would I do that was different / Unless it was champagne with you — Bruce Cockburn, Last Night of the World |
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Motorcycles, it’s been said, are not made for camping. I’m aiming to prove this wrong. So far, it’s not going all that well.
Admittedly, I’m sort of pushing it by insisting on not carrying a backpack (cameras will be enough on my body itself) but still…these saddlebags have surprisingly less room than I’d like. I’ve had to ditch the very nice two burner Coleman Xpedition stove in favour of the single burner one, and as a result my good cookware. This means perhaps a bit more eating out, but we’ll see.
Admittedly, I’m packing more clothes than I might need but with a brief stop in San Francisco, I’m trying to be a bit civilized here.
So off we go. The odometer on the Virago reads 58,332.1 kilometres.
Yosemite. There are few more magical places in this world.
Posted by skooter at 9:42 PM
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