|Home sweet camp|
After six hours of saddle time, I made it to my "camp" in the backyard. My bike was covered in road splash which also meant that all its components were covered in a thick layer of sand. Where the sand came from I have no idea but it was necessary to remove it before I rode any farther. Being home, it was simply a matter of uncoiling the garden hose rather than dumping the bike in a creek if I was on the trail.
Where we bikepack, it is not always possible to have a campfire, so it was a luxury to open up the woodshed and haul out dry fuel which I split using a survival shovel that my son had given me for Father's Day. There was no need to find kindling since I could simply use my wife's blowtorch (yes she has better tools than me) to get a blaze going.
|That's the way uh huh!|