Saturday
Aother cold morning. More coffee for those that partake. Instead of chorizo for breakfast Tom provided home made linguica. Another scramble for me and Tom. Jag made linguica/egg sandwiches for him and Chris.
Waiting for water for coffee
Sun on the trees
Chris and Carl
Tom and Jag took off to find more dirt roads. Jag had a destination in mind but road conditions made them turn around early. Chris and Carl walked to the store and cafe. Chris returned with a steak for the night’s dinner. Later the two took a short ride to the top of the pass to sightsee and take some pictures.
I stayed in camp to give my ankle a rest.
More dirt road
Picture taking
Picture taken
Chris
Sonora Pass (108)
Jag and Tom meet missing road
Do we want to try this?
No.
Another view
Near the top of the pass
Lunch stop
Let’s go back to camp
When all returned to camp it was beer time. It was about then that Cindy, a NorCal BMW club friend of Chris and Jag, joined us for the evening. We made dinner. Jag borrowed Tom’s cast iron skillet to prepare the rosemary, onions, and garlic to go with the steak on the grill for him and Chris. Lastly he threw some french bread on the grill to toast sprinkled with the buttery, garlicy left overs. Not wanting to take the bread home he made more than necessary. Tom and I helped him get rid of the leftovers.
Afternoon beer
Steaks on the fire for Chris and Jag
Dinner for Carl
Chris says his steak is ready
Around the camp fire
We had a great camp fire Saturday night. A neighboring camper provided some longer burning fuel to go along with that purchased from the camp host. The fire must have helped. Most made it to 9:30 before going to bed.
Sunday
I don’t know what the temperature was Sunday morning, but there was more ice on the motorcycles than on the previous mornings. That was one of the reasons we were slow to break camp. Frozen fingers don’t work very well. Also, my ankle slowed me down.
Camp breakdown went a bit faster in that neither Tom nor I took our tents home. Tom’s went into the dumpster first as a 15 year old tent minus a rain fly isn’t worth bringing home. My tent is only 13 years old, but as noted earlier it let water in last trip and this trip the 2nd door zipper broke. I’d no more spare zipper pulls. Leaning on the door/window gently would cause it to open. My tent less a few parts I wanted to keep joined Tom’s in the dumpster.
Marc hawking folding buckets
Breaking camp
Cindy says hi
Still icy
Iced cover 1
Iced cover 2
Last of the fire wood
We rode down Sonora pass to the restaurant I’d selected in Sugar Pine. It’s a popular place, but mostly for coffee and pastries. They make breakfast, but not pancakes. We’ll go elsewhere. One mile up the road in Mi Wuk village is another restaurant. Much better. Pancakes. Blueberries. And their home make corned beef hash was quite good.
After breakfast we headed home with a final stop in Oakdale for fuel and rest. We soon lost Carl who stopped because he’d forgotten to put in his ear plugs. Carl rode alone. Jag split off at 680 and Chris went through Haward. Tom stayed on 880 until his exit. I took 92 the final 20 miles to home where I limped into the house for a shower. Then it was ice ankle time. Much better.
Sure wish I knew why my bike fell down.
Not this place
This place
Good breakfast
100 miles to home