This is one of the gnarly things that that went down at one of the swimming holes that we found. This jump is seriously huge, and the landing is MAYBE nipple deep. Meeks is a tester though. A true stunt man.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The next morning we woke up hung over after freezing the night before. I wanted to kill Chauncey because he talked me out of bringing my sleeping bag saying I would sweat my ass off. I'm glad you froze too you fucker. We still had no plan for the day except find some breakfast, and find a swimming hole. So, after making camp coffee and everyone shitting in the woods ( because shitting in the woods is actually very nice), our journey of day 2 began.
Waking up and trying to walk straight.
Meeks looks like that guy that shot all of those photos of the Outlaws in the sixties. Portrait of an American Biker.
We found a breakfast buffet that was packed out with trikers that decided to ride up the mountain that morning. We were so nervous that Kyle pissed his shorts.
We proceeded to follow a trail in search of a place to swim. We heard water, but couldn't see any.
Boom. Through the trees, we spot paradise.
Despite it being in the mid 90's outside, the water was cold. Mountain springs, dawg. I have footage of a gnarly jump that I'll post later.
It's really cool to find places like this. It makes you want to start on the beer.
We decided to leave the mountain and find a new place to camp that night. On the way out, Duane's shifter bracket broke in half. It would have been sketchy to ride, and Bowles showed up in his truck anyways. He decided to ride his bike in the back of the truck. Here's a photo of him standing up to surf.
We came down the north side of the mountain, so we kept heading north.
Living it. The Alabama countryside that does not have meth is really pretty. The meth part just rules. Rock N' Roll.
Nice smile you smart ass little shit. This road is highway 9. If you ever see it, ride it.
Remember Ryan coming along with a broken foot? Well, apparently all of the miles had taken a toll on him, so he had Robby ride his bike. Robby has been living in Texas and Colorado the past year or so. It was rad to put miles on the bike next to the dude.
We rolled up to a campsite that Joe and Brandon knew about. It was unreal. Right on the river pretty much in a boulder field with plenty of trees to hang our hammocks from. It was occupied.
We left that beautiful site and searched for a different one. We ended up finding a dirt road that had a potential campsite about 4 miles down it. Now, I love riding rigid motorcycles. I never complain about "suspension" and I like it better than swingarm bikes. In this case it was different. It would have been hairy to ride a dirt bike down this road. I was miserable. No control for us on rigids and losing all of our gear. I broke my kick stand by casing a boulder on Chauncey wrecked in some deep ass dirt, fucking himself and his bike up. Anyways, we finally made it to the mythical campsite, and it was amazing. We had a bunch of dark liquor and every time a bottle got opened, the cap got thrown in the fire to insure that we finish it.
We cooked hobo stew. It was super good, except maybe for impatient Moon who rushed his. Dinner is served.
Nothing like a hot meal after being on the road.
We got drunk.
I got hoisted up in a tree.
So did Mosley.
Bowles got the most drunk I believe. Pals.
Fuck this road.
We found another swimming hole the next morning that seriously ruled everything.
Then we headed home. Maybe this weekend we'll do it again. There's no reason that us or any of you can't. It's cheaper than going to a bar.
Monday, August 29, 2011
The only things that could have made this weekend better than it was would be seeing Bigfoot, and finding a bag of money stashed in the woods. So, pretty much it was perfectly executed. All of our friends in the woods, tearing through tiny towns yelling like Indians, crashing bikes, jumping off of cliffs, just absolute madness all because Duane gave us another excuse to do so by getting married and needing a bachelor party. The first half of our posse met up and headed out on our bikes around mid day. We took the long route and ended up in the woods of east Alabama. That first night was somewhat mellow compared to how we usually do it, but we were saving our energy for the blowout that happened the next night. Here's the documentation of our day 1.
Everyone was stoked just to be on the road with no goal or destination in mind.
Alabama's roads are really tight if you know which ones to ride.
You can't go on a trip like this without Ape Knuckles. He will do all of the shit that you hesitate to do.
Moon just happy to have a motorcycle again.
Duane was happy just to actually go on a trip this year.
We hit random places. Old downtown areas of smaller Alabama towns always are incredible to ride through.
Reach for the sky.
This is Ryan. Ryan rides motorcycles that he finds or gets for free and builds them out of found objects. They always seems to be bulletproof too. He broke his foot riding around with us last weekend, but that didn't stop him. Even with that gay looking rollerblade with no wheels boot that the doctor gave him, he still jumped on his bike and came with us.
The highest point in Alabama.
You can't beat setting up camp while there's still daylight left. We got the area situated and gathered firewood while the rest of our crew that couldn't manage to leave work as early as us left home and headed our way.
J Body's woods gear.
This wizard hung out with me for a while.
Derek came with us all the way from Florida.
It starts. Chauncey and those faces.
I really couldn't believe that Joe showed up. It was almost like old times. I was glad he came along.
Meeks brought the Lil' Bandit just in case we needed to hunt.
I don't know why it's so fun.
Karate in a tree.
Robby in a tree.
Corn shots. Canned corn juice, corn, beer, whisky, disgusting.
Kyle pissed him pants and washed off with beer.
Kyle's tent. No shit.
That's all that I could do for night one before I had to fall asleep.