Roughing it

Went camping and riding in Decorah last weekend with my buddy Ken. We drove my POS truck up with Josey (my dog) with all essential gear, and then some, our bikes, and a cooler full of beer. It was a beautiful weekend up there. What a beautiful area too. I remember being there on RAGBRAI, but didn't remember how scenic it was. Friday night was clear and cold. Got down to about 42 degrees. Great sleeping weather. There was nearly a full moon. We hiked up a ledge and got a great pic of the moon over the town.

The riding was awesome. Extremely hilly, which made singlespeeding a bitch but the trails kicked ass most of the time. Ken is a great rider. Very smooth and great technical rider.

We rode pretty much all day on Saturday, and a little on Sunday morning. Setting up camp is okay. Being in camp is awesome. Tearing down camp sucks ass. I have every contraption imaginable in my camping bins. It's hardly roughing it. Coffee pot, iron pots for cooking. No burgers and weenies for me man, we're talking gourmet in camp food terms. I have this breakfast casserole I make in my iron dutch oven. A full greasy cure your hangover and get you ready to hammer singletrack breakfast all in one pot. Something about eating it outside makes it so much better.

Can't wait to get back there sometime. Though I'll try to be in better shape when I do. Those hills really whooped me. Either need to gear down a notch or bring a better pair of legs with me.