“Camping is nature’s way of promoting the motel business. ”
― Dave Barry
So I made it back. My first camping experience has opened my eyes, and created a new list of things I am not a fan of.
I really don’t know what the hell I was to expect on a trip where my destination was unknown, the vehicle was a motorcycle, and the size of my allowed travel bag was big enough to fit a chihuahua in (maybe with a little ball…maybe…). CH had planned the trip, and I will say this much; I trust him when it comes to this kind of stuff, and the plus side I know that he cares about me enough to make sure I’m not in any danger.
So with that premise, here is the low down.
Our destination: Providence Canyon in Georgia.
A little hurricane formed on the Gulf… apparently this was a big deal to CH… we were to be heading over to the West. Would we get rained on? Would we have to turn around? Wait? I have to wear rain gear on a motorcycle?? Crap. I’m not even a fan of wearing rain gear while running!
I kept all of these comments to myself, besides my head is a much more fun place to be, and I’m sure the last thing CH wanted to hear was me asking more questions about the trip he wanted to keep a surprise for me.
I did secretly wish that I would end up in some kind of hotel. I was really having a hard time prepping my brain to understand that for a couple of days pooping and peeing on the ground with the likely hood that a bear, snake, raccoon, or other animal might eat me or spook me enough to run out without putting my pants up.
Well, sure enough our reservations for the camp ground could not be made. So we were lucky enough to find ourselves in a very impressive campground; it had electricity, bathrooms, and showers!! Woohooo!! Although we did still to sleep on the hard cold ground.
It was the longest night of my life… two hours felt like 10.
But in all honesty, I would do it again. The company was wonderful and the journey one that I will always think of fondly… especially when the Georgia Trooper stopped us for going close to 22 mph over the speed limit at one point.
Here are some pics from the trip from Ponte Vedra, FL to Providence Canyon in GA and back to PV.
The bike. This is were my ass camped out for more than 12 hours.