Black Motorbike

this is a test

Because it’s just to cold to ride this time of year!

Heading in to pick up the boat.

launching…

Going to find some whiskey from here!!!

A quick post before a spectacular weekend comes to an end. I got out of town away from all the hustle and bustle to sleep well and breath deep on the vacant Fort Island.

After sitting on the saddle of my Motorcycle watching my surrounding change for 4,000 miles. It sure feels nice to spend a day staring out across the endless blue sea. Reminiscing about all that has happened and what may come next…

This is “Squeak”…
My cat i have been missing for almost two years now.
She has been staying with my Mother in Connecticut.
About time to fine tune that engine to purrrrr.

Farm lands on the edge of the Catskills.

It was late running into the Catskills after spending the night in the Finger-lakes region.
The last stop was in a small town called Downsville. It was odd when I noticed the towns name on the town dinner. I new it was only one more day of riding before being in the vicinity of family and about a week before all this riding would come to an end. So i guess after a full day of riding it was somewhat meant to that I land in Downsville.

I knew I was very far from any sign of a town large enough to have a hotel. Plus this is the beloved Catskills with the soft rolling hills and abundance of streams, who would fathom spending the evening in doors. So I inquired at the local petrol station about camping.

Here is what I found. a bit of of the beautiful Catskills and a bit of myself.

Heading out of Columbus on Route 62 you get a beautiful view of of the rural countryside heading up into Amish Country.


Covered bridges and the occasional horse drawn carriage.

Beautiful Farmland.

The camping on Pymatuning Lake was a little bit over crowded.

To enter the Mesa Verde National Park you have a 15 mile drive through tunnels and around switchbacks.

The ruins date back to 1200ad. The stone and clay construction is an architectural marvel and mysterious view into the past. How they could carry so many stones into the clif sides