Tomahawk Trail Tour
Hmmm….where to start? First, Paul and Chris set up camp Thursday—assuring us a great spot. When we arrived late Friday afternoon, they were stacking up around us. Tom arrived just in time to squeeze in comfortably.
As we have all been doing this a few years now, everyone within 50 yards was already acquainted. C found fast friends with the boys in the next campsite—these are the boys I mistook for twins last year. We really enjoyed meeting their Mom this year and hope she comes again—despite her oldest son’s potentially serious (as yet to be x-rayed) leg injury Sunday. G and I send him our heartfelt “hurry up and heal” wishes.
The minute the sun dropped away, temps fell to frigid instantly. From shorts and tanks to jeans, sweatshirts and coats in less than 15 minutes. We could see our breath as we all joked about leaving heaters at home. Argh.
By the time we finished catching up with everyone, it was well past dark. Paul took off to Ken’s home (a mile away) where Ken’s crew was camped for the ride. G and I crashed under a pile of sleeping bags.
Saturday, Dad enjoyed coffee with the early risers. G and I refused to crawl out of our sleeping bag until the sun was well high enough to warm temps.
Dad’s first loop was a 50-mile single track with Ken, Tom, Kenny, Robert and Floyd. Chris and his father-in-law chose the 90-mile dual sport route. Shelly and I spent the day enjoying the banter of 3-year olds...
...and cheering C—who spent the day riding the kid’s loop. Looks great, doesn’t he?
Saturday night’s drawing and pig roast featured a surprise guest that thrilled every guy over 35. Chuck Sun—1981 Motocross Champion—was there to hand out giveaways.
G was equally thrilled by the fanfare as his name was pulled for a brand new Fulmer helmet. Our typically shy little one marched right up there, so excited that it was “his turn”.
Tom’s Mom joined him for the roast...
...and we ran into Terry, a friend made last year after his riding group abandoned him—leaving him to push his bike 8 miles back to camp. He and Paul immediately made plans to ride Sunday.
Bored with adult conversation, G just wanted to get back to the campsite to try on all of his gear with his new helmet. Shel quickly dubbed him “Chad Reed” and S proclaimed herself “Chad’s sister”. They then proceeded to hand out pretend autographs.
After the little ones were down for the night, we joined the nearest group campfire. We were just awake enough to enjoy the laughs, but a few hours too late to keep up with this group’s “happy hour”.
Sunday morning, Paul, Tom, Terry and Josh took off on the 28-mile loop. Mom and G took down camp. Unfortunately, Tom hit a tree, giving himself a nice shiner. He insisted he was ok though and opted to stay the rest of the day. The rest of us headed out. We'll see the C family next week at Red Bud and everyone else at Leetsville the week after that.
As we have all been doing this a few years now, everyone within 50 yards was already acquainted. C found fast friends with the boys in the next campsite—these are the boys I mistook for twins last year. We really enjoyed meeting their Mom this year and hope she comes again—despite her oldest son’s potentially serious (as yet to be x-rayed) leg injury Sunday. G and I send him our heartfelt “hurry up and heal” wishes.
The minute the sun dropped away, temps fell to frigid instantly. From shorts and tanks to jeans, sweatshirts and coats in less than 15 minutes. We could see our breath as we all joked about leaving heaters at home. Argh.
By the time we finished catching up with everyone, it was well past dark. Paul took off to Ken’s home (a mile away) where Ken’s crew was camped for the ride. G and I crashed under a pile of sleeping bags.
Saturday, Dad enjoyed coffee with the early risers. G and I refused to crawl out of our sleeping bag until the sun was well high enough to warm temps.
Dad’s first loop was a 50-mile single track with Ken, Tom, Kenny, Robert and Floyd. Chris and his father-in-law chose the 90-mile dual sport route. Shelly and I spent the day enjoying the banter of 3-year olds...
...and cheering C—who spent the day riding the kid’s loop. Looks great, doesn’t he?
Saturday night’s drawing and pig roast featured a surprise guest that thrilled every guy over 35. Chuck Sun—1981 Motocross Champion—was there to hand out giveaways.
G was equally thrilled by the fanfare as his name was pulled for a brand new Fulmer helmet. Our typically shy little one marched right up there, so excited that it was “his turn”.
Tom’s Mom joined him for the roast...
...and we ran into Terry, a friend made last year after his riding group abandoned him—leaving him to push his bike 8 miles back to camp. He and Paul immediately made plans to ride Sunday.
Bored with adult conversation, G just wanted to get back to the campsite to try on all of his gear with his new helmet. Shel quickly dubbed him “Chad Reed” and S proclaimed herself “Chad’s sister”. They then proceeded to hand out pretend autographs.
After the little ones were down for the night, we joined the nearest group campfire. We were just awake enough to enjoy the laughs, but a few hours too late to keep up with this group’s “happy hour”.
Sunday morning, Paul, Tom, Terry and Josh took off on the 28-mile loop. Mom and G took down camp. Unfortunately, Tom hit a tree, giving himself a nice shiner. He insisted he was ok though and opted to stay the rest of the day. The rest of us headed out. We'll see the C family next week at Red Bud and everyone else at Leetsville the week after that.
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