Long ride

While the missus went on a kayak trip old Kadizzle took off on the motorcycle.  Not a good idea to go out alone into the boonies, but nothing else to do.  Kadizzle took a few defenses against failure.  The satellite communications device went along.  This enables a message to be sent from anywhere in the world to some chosen person who hopefully will come to the rescue.  A problem with this modern motorcycle is that it only will start electrically.  That means if you accidentally shut it off and leave the lights on the batter goes dead.  A portable starting battery has to go to overcome that problem.  A few other odds and ends plus protective gear for the head, legs, and hands went along. 

Up Campaign Creek the adventure went.  A branch road leads off into the mountains.   The road is ragged and worse yet composed of decomposed granite.  It has a slippery quality.  Roads lure you in.  Soon you find out you are in over your ability.  Now what?  Turn around or keep going.  Well Kadizzzle just kept going until he topped out.  At the top it was no clear where in the hell he was.  After a little thinking his memory said go left at the intersection.  So for about a half mile on a terrible jeep track it looked like a dead end.  That meant turn around and go back, but somehow Kadizzle failed to notice indeed the road did go on.  In fact it went to a recognizable landmark.  Another couple miles of nasty road and Kadizzle was back to civilization.  Civilization happened to have a store, which happens to have premium chocolate ice cream.  Of course Kadizzle deserved an award for his conquering the wilderness without one fall.