Woke up early, as usual, about "oh-dark-thirty" (0500 hrs for those NOT familiar w/ 'military time').
The plan was to get breakfast at a restaurant in Merritt, on the ride home which was planned to be via the Douglas Lake Road, and by the "Douglas Lake Cattle Company", one of Canada's largest ranches, then to Westwold, E on BC 97 to Vernon, then S to home along Lake Okanagan.
NO coffee, or anything in camp, so I brushed my teeth, then got busy 'breaking camp'. As I was doing that a llama walked over thru another part of the campground, and John said that he saw several more,
but I didn't bother searching or looking. Just loading up the GREEN HORNET TOO.... Soon we were both ready, and despite a gnawing little NAGGING thought about doing a "walk-around" check of the bike
, I suited-up, threw a leg over, started the engine, 'snicked' the transmission into first, turned the bars a bit left and released the clutch.
I immediately fell left, my head bouncing off the rocky ground along w/ my camera (around my neck!) [thank God for helmets!!!], the bike on top of me, sharp PAIN in my left hip or groin,
but I was NOT 'pinned', so reached up turning the ignition OFF, a torrent of NOT "gee-whizzes" issuing from my lips as I pulled myself out from under, knowing that my Mom would have handed me a bar of soap and told me to "wash my mouth out".
My first thoughts were "How did I not see that HUGE rock that knocked me down!?" as John came to help me right the bike. We BOTH saw my disc-lock on the right-front disc (the night before, AFTER having several beers I'd put the disc-lock ON, but I failed to do my usual 'protocol' - I carry the disc-lock in a denim bag, so NORMALLY when I remove it I put the bike keys back into the bag - that way, as soon as I find the keys [in the bag] I remove the disc-lock, but had NOT done so, and NOW I was "reaping the rewards" of my dereliction of duty....
), so I removed the disc-lock and we got the bike UP and on its sidestand.
I checked the bike for damage, noticing that my saddle-bag was cracked, but did NOT open it for fear of not being able to close it again - just hoping it would make it home to where I can check it out.
After checking my helmet for any APPARENT damage (none...), putting my camera around my neck AGAIN, I 'limped' back to it, did the "walk-around" check, got ON and hit the starter - all OK
. Now to ride to Merritt for brekkie.
I followed John, but stopped to take a pic of a small ranch a few miles from camp
and soon we were in Merritt, helmets off, then into a restaurant.