WHACO 2014 – the tradition continues

WHACO – I can only assume it stands for WhiteHorse Annual Camp Out, but that’s just a guess.  The Maine ADVRiders have traditionally ridden over to North Conway, NH and camped at Saco River Area Camping on Friday night, gone to Whitehorse Gear’s annual open house and then ridden over to Vermont on Saturday and camped at Jamaica State Park Saturday and Sunday nights and ridden Vermont on Sunday and then home on Monday.  This year was a little different.

Kaw4Life stepped up and made the arrangements for this year’s rally.  That included trying to get in touch with the new owners of Saco River Camp Area. Turned that that was a tad more difficult than one would think.  He finally did get them to return a phone call only to learn that they wanted a three night minimum.  But he explained that we were return campers and it would be the very first weekend (May 16th) they were open.  They relented and allowed that we could just book one night, but then said no more than four adults per tent site.  So he booked two sites and I took the other one for a total of 12 adults and $165.

our tent

our tent

I left immediately after work on Friday and rode from Portland out to Buxton to meet up with Gregg.  Just as I pulled into his doorstep it started to rain.  We rode the hour in the rain to North Conway.  The rain let up just enough for us to pitch our tent.  Tyvek® groundcloths both under the tent and in the tent under our Therm-a-Rest.  Gregg’s tent has his and hers entrances and vestibules

Turns out the rain had scared some folks away.  Huck (Ed), WickedADV (Bryan), VTBeemer (Dan), 207TinMan (Gregg), Kaw4Life (Rich), Alex, Tim and me.  Most of us rode across the street – by now it had started to rain again – for dinner as it seemed Gregg and I were the last ones to show up.  Great Mexican

rode to dinner

rode to dinner

food at Jalisco and then everyone turned in as it was really pouring by 8:30.

GuyManBro (Tumu) showed up – after 11 p.m.  He’s hard core.  He rode over from Vermont, in the dark, rain and fog.  AND he took The Kanc!  The Kancamagus Highway is a 34.5 mile scenic drive along NH’s Rt. 112 in northern New Hampshire that is well known as one of the best Fall foliage (leave peeper) viewing areas in the country.  The drive along the Kancamagus Highway takes you back in time as you drive through a forest that offers no comforts of the modern day world; no lights, gas stations, no restaurants, hotels or other businesses have pierced their way into the heart of the Kancamagus Highway. He is from Samoa and in true south Pacific fashion strung up his hammock and a tarp and crawled into his sleeping bag.

camp coffee

camp coffee

breaking camp in N Conway

breaking camp in N Conway

Margarita getting wet

Margarita getting wet

damp morning

damp morning

Kaw4Life under the tarp

Kaw4Life under the tarp

Gregg and I were the first ones up and with our tent fly dripping water droplets on sleeping bags from the knees down I decided to take full advantage of the hot showers and dryers. I took a hot shower and then threw my towel, our sleeping bags and my riding gear into the dryer.  A quarter for seven minutes.  75 cents later all my gear was dry!  We packed up the bikes and headed out to breakfast.

The next morning at breakfast he asked me, “Where are you from?”  I said,  “I live in Bowdoinham, Maine.”  He said, “Hmm I have a friend who used to live in Bowdoinham.”  I ask, “Recently?  I’ve been there for 14 years.”  He says, “Yes.”  I asked, “What’s his name?”  Tumu says, “Reggie.” I asked, “Oh – does he play tennis?”  With a rather shocked look Tumu says, “Yes!”  Turns out  Reggie is the tennis coach who rented the big house from Brent and Jo when they were trying to sell it.  I’d  had dinner with Kaye, Laurie and Margot on Thursday  night and Kaye and Margot were just talking about how Reggie is now on the road full time with the 18 year-old Reggie is coaching.  She’s now world-ranked and their heading to Mexico for a tournament.  Bowdoinham makes my world small than it used to be.  Turns out Reggie used to be in a band with Tumu’s wife!  Pretty funny.

We headed over to Whitehorse Gear’s open house for some shopping and lunch.

early arrivers at Whitehorse

early arrivers at Whitehorse

After lunch our fearless leader and Huck decided to head home. Sallies!  They stayed for the not-so-nice weather and bailed as soon as the weather broke.  We picked up one more and the five of us decided to ride to VT together.  Gregg, John, Dan and I followed Tumu into Vermont to Jamaica State Park.

En route, with helmets on and bikes running Tumu asked me …. “How comfortable are you off-road?”  There was no doubt, I was on a big bike (955 cc) with street tires and had the least off-road experience of the group.  I replied, “Baby steps.”  Off we went – beautiful twisty turny roads.  Some dirt, some paved.  All was going oh-so well until we turned off onto a road that got more and more narrow.  Still paved, but down to single track.  And then all of a sudden Tumu turned right – off into the woods.  Gregg and I had comm units and I heard him in my helmet say, “Just give it gas and you’ll be fine.  If you really think it’s too technical stop and I’ll take Margarita through the tough stuff. But DO NOT stop on a hill because you won’t be able to hold the bike up or dismount.”  And just as he said that the trail (after riding over the log across the trail) went up a very steep incline.  All I can hear in my ear is, “Keep on the throttle! Stand up and lean forward.”  I was suddenly wishing I were on the little KLX250.  And then all of a sudden we popped out off the trail on to the shoulder of a paved road.  I was so shocked that we were stopping that I was squeezing with both hands as hard as I could.  I went to put my foot down and ended up rolling onto Tumu’s softbags because the bikes were so close together I couldn’t actually fall over.

I look at Tumu and I say, “BABY STEPS! Those were baby steps?”  He looked surprised and said, “Baby steps?  I thought you said baby heads!”  We all cracked up.

Dan broke off and went home and we stopped to pick up the fixings for dinner before arriving at Jamaica State Park for a great dinner of portabello burgers and sauteed snap peas and carrots.  Evil Clown (Mike) showed up just in time for dinner and spend the night watching cave man tv and a great visit with his new temptress – the red headed Italian (Moto Guzzi Stelvio).

GuyManBro, Evil Clown and JLambo

GuyManBro, Evil Clown and JLambo

 

Gregg at breakfast

Gregg at morning campfire

GuyBroMan giving the double ADV Rider salute

GuyBroMan giving the double ADV Rider salute

Tumu lead our ride to Brattleboro to the Royal Chelesa Diner for breakfast over Hogg Mountain Overlook.

Sorry Kaw4Life if your ribs are sore – but what did you expect.  You organize the rally and then went home early.

Evil Clown @ Royal Chelsea Diner

Evil Clown @ Royal Chelsea Diner

It was a great weekend.  I arrived home at 5 p.m. tired and happy!  Thanks guys for a great first ADV Rider rally.

 

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