
Hitting the road on our 650's.  I told sleepy that I have in the past left my keys in the bike, kickstand down when taking off and forgetting to turn the petcock to the fuel on position.  As we took off from this stop I forgot about the kickstand and whacked it pretty hard taking a turn and then about a mile up the road realized my bike was sputtering because I forgot to turn the petcock.  At least I kept my keys with me all day on the ride.

Marshland in the Joe's Rock park.  Never made the hike up to Joe's Rock.

A nice stretch of road along a pond.

Stopped for lunch at the Middle of Nowhere Diner.  On our last trip the food was less than desirable.  This time we move up the culinary scale to completely forgettable.  I ordered a Shepherd's Pie and am not exaggerating when I say that it had absolutely zero taste.  The texture was right but no flavor.  I didn't think it possible to cook food so bland.  Third times the charm for good food... I hope.

These gals were clucking around the outside of the restaurant.

You take the blue bike – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red bike – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

Lounging hillside.

Purgatory Chasm State Park.  I don't know if Sleepy intended us to wind up here but it was a fantastic end to a great day of riding.  Large rock formations cut through the earth forming a large chasm, simply stunning.

I don't know what this little kid is scheming but he seems to definitely have a plan.

Sleepy with his Italian Ice, he was quite proud that he was able to navigate the rocky terrain being hampered carrying the dessert with him.

Encouraged by Sleepy I hopped down into the break in the rock.  It travels about thirty yards and comes out the other side to a short ledge and then a steep drop.

I decided to come back out the way I went in.
A very cool trip riding through three states (three small states) with the final destination being a real treat to see.