I set up camp and relaxed in the quiet and solitude. Enjoyed it so much, I didn't do much of anything else the next day, Wednesday, except work on a wiring issue involving the URRV's rear lights. The weather was very warm and lows were in the low 40s the first couple of nights.
I woke Wednesday to find the valley areas covered in a dense fog, making it look like the tops of the hills were islands floating on a frothy sea.
Kind of looks like a fog shrouded bay or body of water eh?
A view of the valley in the afternoon, way after the fog had burned off.
Thursday, I woke to a warm dawn of 48°F (8.8°C) and soon after breakfast I was off riding the area's trails on Yagi, my 2006 Yamaha TW200. The objective was to refresh my mind on what trails were there, their condition and whether it would be Ural-able with a passenger in the sidecar.
Passenger in the sidecar you ask? Was Martha joining me? Nope.
Starting Friday afternoon, I was expecting three neighborhood friends: Bob, Dale and Jim. They were joining me for a couple of days of camping and I would be giving one of them a ride in the sidecar while one of the other two would ride Yagi. A guy's camping weekend, so to speak.
What?! Me mingle with others? Me, the solitary curmudgeon? Yep, though it was Martha's idea. We'll see how it goes.
My wanderings ended up taking all morning and yet covering less than 26 miles. Slow going on the trails within the BLM area and just slow meandering within the Brush Hollow State Wildlife Area and Reservoir.
I'll be spending the rest of the afternoon, after I publish this post, enjoying the warm but not hot weather and relaxing. Retirement is hell I tell you, simply, hell.



























