The Motorcyclist Cafe Bunkhouse and Barn. Getting there is half the fun! After a harrowing mini-adventure down a slick gravel road, which again, half of the group enjoyed, Dark Meat Snack and I finally arrived as guests of Dean and Pam, proud founders of the Motorcyclist Cafe Bunkhouse...
The next morning dawned. Cold, clear, and… cold. Really cold. I’ve learned the best, most logical thing to do when the morning dawns clear and cold is run back to the safety of the covers, which I gladly did. Ambitious schedule or not, freezing to death is not exactly the way...
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, or at least that’s what Mr. Erdon taught us in eighth grade geometry class. What Mr. Erdon failed to tell us is that the straightest line, while fastest, is usually the least interesting path. It took me a lot of...