By morning, the rain had stopped and we enjoyed coffee and eggs. The bee hive is in the seat cushion directly below Sean's helmet.
Then Sean got stung on his neck by a bee! Turns out the 3rd chair in on the 2nd row had a wild bee hive in the seat cushion! I figured we'd get attacked by Bigfoot next, but that was the end of the morning drama.
We had just about finished our packing when we heard the purr of a big motorcycle. Bo pulled up on his brand new KTM 1190 with the stock tires, which are basically street tires. Although not concerned enough to get in his truck to come rescue us, Bo said he had been quite worried about us--hoping we had not stayed under the bridge where we could have easily been killed. As we passed over Haw Creek a short distance from camp, it had not only risen out of it's banks, it had been over the bridge in the night making the road impassable. Bo said his ride home was the worst rain he's ever ridden in--it was a long, tense 40 miles.
KTM 1190 VS BMW F800GS
I think that is the Little Piney in the background. It is normally a calm, narrow river, but after the night's rain, it was a wide, raging torrent.
We did not know Bo was going to re-join us Sat morning, but boy are we glad he did! Bo knows the area. He said, "Your route takes you up North and this morning you aren't going to be able to cross Hurricane Creek." Our plan also had us running up 5550 by Bub Pearson's cabin. That route has 4 river crossings that can be serious after heavy rain. It was very unlikely we would be able to cross those. Bo was able to make up an alternative route on the fly to get us over to the Oark Cafe for lunch. He said, "There are some tough sections that will be muddy today. I don't know if I can make it on these tires, but I'm not afraid to try." I love that attitude!
As we progressed West, it was clear it had not rained as hard that way. We had no creek crossing issues the rest of the journey.
Bo turned us off Hwy 123 and soon the "fun" began! We meandered on some wonderful, low-maintenance roads and finally came to a fork. Bo explained both options took us to basically the same place and that the left option had some steep, rutted stuff near the top that could get tricky. I said, "which one is more fun?!" So left we went!
Bo was leading and seemingly having zero issues on his new 1190 sans knobbies. The road was getting steeper, but it was evident recent work had been down to smooth over ruts and bring in gravel to fill in. I stopped Sean and said, I guess the fun parts have been "fixed". Sigh. We turned the next bend and BOOM. The road went from a normal forest road to a Jeep path.
I stopped to take some photos so Bo & Sean got ahead of me and out of sight. I rounded a corner and was faced with a daunting section that required commitment to be successful. Not seeing their tracks, I doubted I was going the right way--did I miss a turn? TOO LATE! Commit or FAIL! ......fail.
Ugh! I drug the rear wheel down the hill a bit to make it easier to stand the beast up. I backed down the hill a few feet, twisted the throttle, stood on the pegs, and probably closed my eyes for a second or 2! I made it! I know, I know...in the photo it looks like nothing, and to some it would be nothing.
The boys were walking back down the hill to see if I needed rescuing. Here is where I found their steeds:
We took a short break here while I loosened my forks to tweak my bars back to a somewhat straight position.
A scenic bend in the road:
We arrived to a full Oark Cafe--nice to see the place still doing good business! Ever since hwy 215 was paved 100% a few years back, it has opened up the route to more Harleys and other street bikes--it's been good for business.
I enjoyed the pulled pork sandwich special. It was excellent! As usual, no way to fit pie in.
We were only getting farther away from Bo's home near Dover, so after lunch, he made his way home. Sean & I were left to survive on our own! The odds were in our favor because this part of the St. Francis is our stomping ground.
We pulled out of the Oark Cafe shortly after a very loud group of Harleys. You could really hear the lives being saved, and it made me feel a lot more comfortable on the road knowing they were out there.
Not even a mile West, we turned North on a route we know well, but not on the big bikes. This section has caused riders on dirt bikes to stumble, and so much can change with erosion. I was not so sure this was a good decision, but that seems to be a theme of riding with Sean! Well, let's see if we can get this beast loaded with camping gear up this thing!
SORRY! No photos of the nasty stuff! I have to keep this report family safe!

Thanks to adrenaline, plenty of throttle, and careful line picking (KEEP THAT HEAD UP!) we both made it through without incident. A short jaunt W then turn N...FAIL. We were sad to discover private property has taken over one of our trails. We consulted our GPS and knowledge of the area to come up with a good alternative.
Since we were routing on the fly for a bit, Sean really wanted to be able to use his touchscreen on his Android. (More on Sean's Android GPS setup later!). Sean had brought some thin, touchscreen gloves, but they were soaked so he was wearing a normal pair of old moto gloves. We put our elite engineering brains together and developed this highly technical solution. I present...
Motorcycle Glove Touchscreen Mod
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4VjQyCIBRE
We didn't take many pictures the rest of the day. We took a relatively long gas, ice-cream, and cool-down break at the St. Paul gas station. I don't look tired, do I?
From St. Paul, we ran W on Hwy 16 past Combs then turned S onto Possum Creek Rd. (At least that's what we call it.) We've used this road for dirt bike fun and to connect various trails for years. In recent years, I've led some big bikes on this route, and it's a bit of a challenge. Remember when I said erosion can change things? HOLY COW! Possum Creek was in the worst condition I've ever seen it. I barely got my F800GS up this thing, and until conditions improve, I don't recommend taking a big bike on this thing. Easier S to N for sure, though. I dropped the bike twice in one section and another time in the nastiest bit. Actually, I launched my F8 off the rock ledge at the top. It not only tweaked the bars in the triple clamp, it twisted the position of my bar risers. No photos of the tough bits, but have these:
Sean is up ahead
...And looking back where I'm sitting.
Once off Possum Creek (whew!) we cruised down easy forest roads to Shores Lake where we would camp for the night. Here is a view along the way. Sean's grin says it all.
No pictures, but we made it to the campground at Shores Lake with just enough light to put up our tents. We were bummed that we couldn't get a fire going, but we slept well and stayed dry....that is until morning!
Some day 2 (Sat) video clips
https://youtu.be/0lZJcQM-QTQ
...not much left, but to be continued...