It rained ALL night, and I had visions of the sidestand sinking into the clay-mud putting the GREEN HORNET TOO onto its side, but I got out of the sleeping bag at 0630 and peered out - GREAT, IT'S STILL UP!!! I 'worked' "Charley-horses" out of BOTH my calves, then rolled over and got busy.
The rain was making a pattern on my rain-fly as I packed-up everything that I could, kneeling inside the tent, putting it into my "canoe-bag" to TRY to keep it dry, then I got ALL my gear on including the rain pants, jacket and over-booties, then CAUTIOUSLY backed out of my entrance (believe it or not, but the front zipper decided to NOT work properly, one side stuck at about 4" from the "6 o'clock" position - towards the right, facing OUT - and I was afraid to pull harder on it, less I make it TOTALLY inoperative!!!) then stood, surveying and planning my attack at dismantling it in moderate rain.
I was able to break it down fairly quickly, tho' it was TOTALLY soaked by the time I had it rolled and put away into its sack, so I had decided to forgo making breakfast and stop at someplace on the highway, YT 2, making planning a BIT easier....
I got the bike loaded w/out dropping it on its side (
), then searched for an easier way OUT of the campground.
NOPE - back UP the clay road, rivulets of rain coursing down toward me, HOPING God would take pity on me, and NOT have me slide onto my side....
The Shinkos did a nice job, and I was able to ride up, then down the other side of the road w/ very LITTLE wheelspin, if any, then I got "thehelloutof" Takhini Hotsprings
, out to YT 2 and headed N, still pouring rain, my camera in a plastic bag in the tank bag. Yuch!
About 45 minutes later the rain had SLIGHTLY abated, so I took a pic of the first sign for the Braeburn Lodge (where I intended to stop for a coffee and a cinnamon bun).
STILL raining, of course.... but soon I spotted the lodge, dismounted, then went in, the rain having let-up, at least - MOMENTARILY!
Besides serving some GOOD grub (and GREAT cinnabuns...!) it's also the start of a particularly gnarly sled-dog race, the Yukon Quest.
The 'serving wench' brought me my bun, then suggested she take a pic of it, and ME...!
I chatted w/ another fellow in there, only realizing he was headed for D2D, also, when I saw his GS1200 outside as I got ready to mount.