Thursday, July 31, 2008

Last Day of July - Highland Recreation Area

What a beautiful evening the last day of July was. The humidity was at minimum and if you are into badminton, you couldn't ask for better conditions. The ride at Highland Recreation Area was pretty dusty with quite a few tree roots grabbing my front tire. A fun ride it was, however.

On the ride home from Highland to Novi, I drove through my old stomping grounds of Wixom to see what was up in Apartmentville (my first apartment ever was there). I must say the city looked great. They created more or less a Main St. right along Pontiac Trail and Wixom Road with a pretty sweet fountain near the administrative offices. They have a little park and had a band there when I drove by (total local 80's band). I caught the last song and they didn't sound too bad. I must say the area looked great.
Trail Head

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Hello East Coast

It was off to the east coast for three Michiganders and their motorcycles this past week. Quite an adventure it was.

We ventured out on Friday and got through to Windsor pretty efficiently. Not too many people seem to be heading over there lately. Better for us I guess. We went by my old place in Kingsville for a visit down memory lane. The place still looks good. After a nice ride not too far from Lake Erie, we made it to St. Thomas before calling it a day. The initial mission was to make it to the motorcycle races near Oshawa on Saturday afternoon. We made it to the track with ample time to see the sights around the track (some nice sights and some crazy ones out there).

What we experienced weather-wise at the track was wild. The race was delayed because rain was on the track on the south end but we were up on the north end with somewhat sunny skies. We didn't get a drop, until......the ride back to the hotel. We thought we dodged the rain but got soaked pretty well. We were not too far from the hotel and decided to ride it out rather than pull over and put our rain suits on. It was the sign of things to come.

Our mission on Sunday was to see Ottawa but woke Sunday morning with nothing but rain in the Oshawa area. We did see a gap in the rain towards the north (we became Weather Channel addicts by the time this trip was over) so we found some great back roads in going the roundabout way to Ottawa and stayed dry for the most part. We had lunch in a town called Renfrew who were having their 150 year anniversary celebration while we were there. Charlie's Restaurant & Pub gave us the history lesson on the town. The town is known for having started the roots of professional hockey that lead to the NHL (I looked it up--legit facts). The attached auditorium picture is where they played hockey. The ride was great and we ended up in Ottawa with time to see the area. What a beautiful city that is. The parliment buildings are quite a sight to see and the city is pretty darn clean. After getting our Canadian Football League update at a tavern downtown (they love their CFL over there), we had dinner at a place called the "Canal Ritz" which is right on the Rideau Canal that runs through the city. It was quite a setting there.



Monday's mission was to head to the Adirondacks and all the area has to offer. We headed back to the U.S. through Ogdensburg over the St. Lawrence River. There were maybe 10 cars in line for the customs check so it was pretty painless for everyone. We made it into the Adirondack Park under cloudy skies and came upon a pretty cool place, the Backwoods Inn (pictured brown place with the bikes in front). It looks like a shack from the outside but is quite nice inside. A whole lot of wood in there. The bartender had quite a few hunting and fishing stories that he was throwing out there. I think in some way he is related to Rob Schmitt. The area sounds like an outdoorsman's paradise.
While we were in there, the rain started up a bit. We headed out but had to stop for a few because it was coming down pretty good. We were intending to head over to the Saranac Lake and Lake Placid areas but the rain was hanging over there and our best chance for dry riding was to the south part of the park. It worked out for the best. The south part of the park was beautiful and the sun came out later in the afternoon. We ended up in Saratoga Springs that night. They love their horse racing there. We walked downtown that night and the place was hopping. It's a Monday and people were out and about. We had some cold beverages at a handful of the many (many) taverns in the area.

Tuesday started out with sunny skies with a great ride along gigantic Lake George. We went up to Fort Ticonderoga from there, a major cog in the Revolutionary War. I manage to get some history in these motorcycle trips every year. History seems more exciting in person rather than hearing a monotone teacher telling you about it. We were going to head to Middlebury, Vermont from there but while we were waiting for the ferry to take us over Lake Champlain, we saw some black clouds heading over to pretty much where we were going. Plan B was put into effect. That is the great thing about these trips, the flexibility. If it's crappy this way, we go that way. There are so many great riding roads out there that sometimes it's a blessing because you find a new road that is even better than Plan A. We stayed dry for most of the ride along the foot of the Green Mountains and eventually ended up in Pittsfield, Massachusetts within the Berkshire Hills that night under wet conditions. The rain moved out that night and we were ready for a nice, dry ride on Wednesday. At least that is what it looked like on the Weather Channel....

Wednesday was wet to say the least. We went through the Catskill Mountains but could only see a portion of them due to the fog (pictured). Just south of the Catskills we ran into Hurricane Dolly East. It rained so hard for so long it was incredible. We stopped at a gas station for shelter for about 30 minutes and it rained the entire time. It let up a bit so we made the choice to head west towards Binghamton. Well, the rain wasn't done yet. We managed to get dry once we were near Binghamton but took quite a shower in getting there. After a nice, dry evening ride in the northern part of Pennsylvania, we ended up in Mansfield for the night.

Thursday morning we saw a mountain goat while riding. He was just hanging there on the side of small cliff, chewing away at some grass. We had a great breakfast at a diner in Jersey Shore. This seventy-something (80?) lady comes out from the kitchen and starts talking motorcycles with the three of us. She said she used to have an Indian bike. I think she had a thing for Chuck. The sun was out for the afternoon ride and we stopped for a beverage at the Spruce Creek Tavern in Spruce Creek, Pennsylvania. The place is known for its french fries. The size of an order was the largest I've seen and of course you can add chilli/cheese, whatever to enhance your heartburn. There was a nice local flavor in the place. Some retirees hanging out, scarfing down french fries, and giving us directions to anywhere and everywhere, even if we didn't ask. We ended up for the night at Ryerson Station State Park. A nice park it was. There were only three other groups camping so we pretty much had our own area. The stars were out and we got a nice fire going for the last night of the trip.

Friday was the long ride home through southern Ohio. Us Michiganders love to rag on Ohio but I must say southeastern Ohio has some great cycle roads and scenery. I let the Chenevert's lead most of the time on the trip because they are pretty much born on motorcycles and hit those turns like it's nothing while I get a "wo, wo, wo" on some of those that sneak up on you.

All and all, a great trip it was. The back roads and small towns of America are a beautiful thing to experience on the motorcycle.
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Friday, July 11, 2008

I went to a wedding and some mountain biking broke out!

Crazy. I was admiring the many planes flying over Pontiac Lake Recreation Area from Oakland Airport after the ride Thursday night and here comes the bride walking through! She definitely stood out amidst the parking lot full of sweaty spandex. I hope the rain that came through late that evening didn’t dampen the couple’s picture session.

The ride itself was slow, steady, and sticky. My mountain bike is in the shop for some needed tweaking so I had my Schwinn sidewalk cruiser in tow that has no foot holders. That is not a pretty sight with the many rocks and roots throughout Pontiac Lake. I’m turning my mountain bike over to Dr. Jack Kevorkian to put it out of its misery if it needs another fix. I’ve had the bike for roughly 14 years and it has had its share of ghost rides and tumbles.
This will probably be the last post for a week or so. I'm heading out next Friday with the Chenevert clan (three of them) through Canada into Ottawa and over to the Adirondacks on the motorcycles. I better work on my east coast accent with respect to hanging with Chuck and Pete Chenevert.
Trail Head

Sunday, July 6, 2008

July 4th - Elora, Ontario

In celebration of the United States' birthday, I went to....Canada. My old neighbor at my family's old cottage in Kingsville, Colin, was having a gathering at a provincial park in Elora, Ontario. The place is about two hours or so east of Sarnia. The campground is built around a gorge overlooking the Grand River.

I took the motorcycle on the trip and was fortunate to have a Nexus/quick lane card heading over the Blue Water bridge through Port Huron. This bridge is not the most convenient for travelers and would advise anyone without a Nexus card to avoid it. They have trucks entering from the left and the toll lane for trucks is at the
far right. Needless to say, the cars/cycles had to wait forever for the trucks to move over five lanes. I think the engineers had a bad day when they were developing this process. I was in utopia, however, after paying my toll. Instead of having a Nexus lane at the end of the bridge near the check areas, the lane was set up for the ENTIRE bridge. The backup for the "normal" lane on the 4th was all the way back to the toll booths and off I go with my own lane, cruising by everybody. Step aside for the rock star!
I took the back roads out of Sarnia, hoping to see some of Canada's hidden jewels. Unless the hidden jewels are endless corn and hay fields, I wasn't seeing it. I am happy to report the bike performed admirably throughout the ride.
The park and the town of Elora were pretty cool. The Grand River has some pretty fierce rapids within the area where the park resides. I got a glimpse of some folks on inner tubes cruising down the river and it looked pretty fun.
The posse in attendance were all good people. After some good campfire chili that was filtered quite quickly the next morning (too much information?), the acoustic guitars came out for some sing alongs. As opposed to the another garage band that I know who just can't seem to finish the entire song, these pluckers were completing every darn song and it sounded pretty good. Well, after a few Canadian beverages, anything would have sounded good I guess. My singing was outstanding I think. La, la, la, la......
All in all, not a bad way to celebrate my independence.
Trail Head

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Mother Cup 2008

The setting was Williamsburg, Michigan at the home of Judy and Dave Crouse for the annual Mother Cup fishing tournament. The reigning champion Class of '85 (Seadogs) were up against some tough competition this year from the Class of ’84 (Son’s of Liberty-SOL) with their switch of one Dan (Mitchell) for another (Harken). Rumor on the street had it that Roger told Mitchell the outing was next week but that was just hearsay.



As had happened last year, the SOL group charged out of the gate on Friday evening with the boat being held by Champion and Tommy making a great showing in leading the SOL's to a commanding four pound lead after the first session. What was most impressive for the two is that they picked up roughly eight pounds of fish while fishing with the pontoon boat. Not one of the most stealth-like fishing machines. The crazy thing is Champion and Tommy are the equivalent to Brandon Inge and Ramon Santiago of the Tigers; any production they get is a bonus for their team. To take it one step further, you could say that Keith, Roger, and Dan are the Miguel Cabrera's of the team in that they are supposed to produce, however, for the most part it was not happening for the trio.



The SOL's held strong in session number two Saturday morning holding on to a eight pound lead after all was said. Tommy and his trained leeches lead the session with close to six pounds for his efforts. I had my first and last experience with the weighing of the fish after the session. I managed to read kilograms instead of pounds so needless to say, a few fish totals had to be converted. Sorry about that one fellas. Too many Hendrix sessions on the morning fish I guess.
After the morning fish, the two teams gathered in peace to break bread and wine (lot's of wine)on the Crouse pontoon boat taking a leisure tour down the Torch River into Torch Lake. A beautiful ride it was.
Something had to give for the Seadogs leading into the third session Saturday evening. Could the reign be over after one year? Boat captain's Al and Greg weren't about to let that happen. What occurred might have been the fishing gods looking down on us but the weather from about six to seven o'clock that evening turned pretty crazy. The winds were making fishing quite difficult for everyone. Greg, Rob, and I weren't sure if our two rock bass were going to win it was so tough to get a hold of anything. However, the front moved out, the lake got calm, and here came the fish! Al managed to bring in 12 pounds and Greg almost nine. The Seadogs now had an eight pound lead, a 16 pound turnaround! The SOL team was down but determined to make a solid showing in the final session Sunday morning. The evening was complete with a nice deep fried dinner of fish and onion rings.
You couldn't ask for a better scene for the final session. The lake was glass and the Seadogs were determined to run away with the cup. And boy did we. Al lead the charge with over eight pounds and Rob caught a nice pair of largemouth bass and brought in a total of seven pounds. With that, the massacre was on.
The final totals:
TEAM
Seadogs 61 1/4 pounds
SOL's 39 1/2 pounds

MOST TOTAL LBS/BIGGEST FISH
Al

The competition and the whole weekend was again a great time. Kudos to Judy and Dave for again putting up with 11 burping, gas passing, musically challenged group of people.

Trail Head

















Sunday, June 15, 2008

Joe Maples is alive

It had been widely speculated that Joe Maples was being held captive by his wife Tania in the basement of their Brighton home. Friends have made numerous attempts to contact Joe without success. Well, at the Tiger game on Saturday, I'm happy to report that Joe is alive and well. He was there with Tania and their two boys. The boys definitely have Tania's genes with respect to their appearance. I assume they will grow the Maples mustache when they hit 13 or so. The game was a good time. As opposed to the two other games I went to where they got shutout and almost no-hit, it was good to witness a victory.
After the game, Doke and I had some beverages at a local watering hole and attempted to show off our pool shooting prowess. Well, my prowess has left the building. It was quite an ugly display of pool by yours truly. Pool shooting aside, a great day it was.

Trail Head

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Milford Trail Challenge

The second annual Milford Trail Challenge was Saturday morning and boy was it a hot one. The "challenge" isn't really a challenge; there were no winners of the event. The main goal was to get some funds to the Michigan Mountain Biking Association. I take it for granted when I ride that there are people out there trying to make my ride enjoyable so giving back is the least I could do. The start/registration for the challenge was at St. George's Cafe in downtown Milford. After registering, riders have the option of riding any or all of the trails surrounding downtown Milford, preferably getting to all locations by bicycle. Within peddling distance of Milford is the Milford Trail, Proud Lake, Island Lake, Hickory Glen and Highland Recreation Area. I chose to just do the Milford Trail and Proud Lake. It's too bad my main riding posse had soccer-dad commitments but they have to do what they have to do. No grudges here.
After the ride I was a bit parched and one of the perks to donating to this event is O'Callahan's Pub in Milford had $1 beers for all riders. While heading up there, I ran into Trig who also rode in the event. He and his group rode out to Island Lake. Trig took a nice spill based on the mud content on his shirt. Unfortunately he bit it not on the dirt trails but on the pavement path from Kensington over to Island Lake. The atmosphere inside of O'Callahan's was a scene where I guess you can only say, "you had to be there" and unfortunately I didn't bring my camera. A bunch of people still in their riding attire (picture bright red spandex times 20), all muddied up, and getting their $1 beer fix. One guy had his riding helmet on while others had their water packs still strapped on. A good event overall I think.
Trail Head