Westbound
The woodpecker/aluminum gutter alarm went off around 6 a.m. I rolled over hoping to catch another half hour snooze but after fifteen minutes it was clear that I was up for the day. I commenced with the pack up procedure, punching my bag and pillow into their dedicated stuff sacks followed by the slow roll of the thermarest before exiting the tent. My gear included a new dry bag, an “Expedition” model from Wolfman Motorcycle Luggage. The new bag opens from the top instead of the side like my old bag, giving easier access to stuff on the bottom.
Bruce and Allyson were already up stowing away the “Taj-Ma-Halleran”. They were headed back home to Factoryville to swap out some gear before pointing westward to the International in Wisconsin. My destination today, Dillon State Park in Ohio, was only 430 miles away so I was not in any rush. I fired up the jetboil, made some coffee and reviewed the route. There were a few squiggly lines on the map to follow before I’d hit the Interstate for a monotonous stretch though PA.
The most exciting part was the tunnels.
Yup. See what I mean? 
I arrived at Dillon S.P. around 5 p.m. The campground has everything you could possibly want when travelling by bike. A complete laundry facility, a well stocked camp store that has everything from hatchets to hotdogs (I bought both) and the sites are grass covered with paved driveways to them. Not bad considering I chose this park only because of it’s proximity to the AMA museum.
I setup and people watched for a while, witnessing what has to be the most inept attempt at trailer parking I had every seen. This husband – wife team were as dysfunctional as the U.S. Senate and House combined. After 30 minutes of forward, back, move it this way, no the other way, too far, too crooked, too tilted, the husband yells out the window to his equally directional challenged wife, “Shut the Fuck up”. And with that, the show was over.
Brian and Jeff rolled into the campground 8 p.m., having started their ride 11 hours earlier from the Boston area. They said very little as they unpacked and setup. That much seat time in a single run takes allot out of you. I got the fire going for the wiener roast and made some Tai noodles and beans for dinner. We burned the rest of the firewood as the clouds rolled in and rain slowly increased from a drizzle to a steady shower. That was our signal to call it a day.
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