Drinking and texting
I carefully pack to avoid getting sand in things then we hit the road. Well, sort of. First the 1290 is stubborn about getting out of the sand and I have Brenna stand off a ways while I curse at matters. Then we hit the road.
Today we just stick to the main road and are soon in Idaho City for a breakfast stop at Trudy’s Kitchen. All good camping trips end with a small town restaurant stop.
I think Brenna likes the motorcycle camping thing. I am excited for more.