So, back to exploring. I found Ralph. The Post Office is only open two mornings a week.
The U.P. is full of waterfalls. I hiked to some of them.
I've been married to my first wife for almost 30 years. Every time I go on one of these solo wanders, I get "the talk".
"You better stay out of trouble. And you will NOT come home in a box not breathing". I saw this poster in a gas station and thought maybe I could get away with a little trouble.
So I hit the backroads. Really, this trip was a shakedown cruise to see how a loaded Versys would handle on dirt and gravel. In prep for a Montana, Idaho, B.C. trip I got coming up.
This looked like fun. It was pure snot. What the heck, what could happen?
Then came the waterholes. The first one was over the muffler. The bike was making a lovely blurb blurb sound. I dared not stop-it had a hard bottom. The next one was shallower.
I loved the ripples the exhaust was making.
I was having a blast. But was wondering how much fun it would have been on this bike I spotted in a motel parking lot.
Just stand on the pegs in the bad parts. The Versys passed the snot test.