Camp Ground Security
The ride from Sebewaing continued on M-25. We
have basically been following M-25 fromPort
Huron. Following M-25 and keeping the big water on our right made
navigating the Thumb pretty easy. As we approached Bay City the traffic got
heavier and we found another road that paralleled M-25 but was much
quieter.
We found a diner just south of theBay City State Park for coffee and pie. Our trip became the discussion of about half of the customers. We learned that there was a nice county park at Pinconning with camping. We also learned that the route that we planned to take to Pinconning would not work. The other patrons offered route suggestions and we were on our way.
Camp was set up atPinconning County Park early in the afternoon. We rode back into town to log some computer time at the library and to buy something for dinner. Getting off of the road early always makes for a good day.
After dinner I went exploring around the park. There was a nice boardwalk that extended about a mile into a marsh and ended at an observation platform. While walking back I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. As it came out of my pocket, I heard the key to my bike lock hit the boardwalk. By the time I turned to see where it landed, it had disappeared between the slats.
I spent the next 20 minutes crawling on my hands and knees looking between the boards for the key. You know that I didn’t find it and my bike was safely locked to a tree next to my tent.
Yeah I know I should have had another key stashed away somewhere in my pack but I didn’t. When I got back to camp I asked Brian how long he thought it would take me to defeat my cable lock using my little Gerber multi-tool. Brian suggested that I use the saw blade and cut down the tree and release my bike.
It really wasn’t the tree’s fault so I rejected Brian’s suggestion. As I was working on my problem, the phone rang. Barb and I told each other about our day (at least I told her about most of it). Since Barb and Pat would be joining us in a couple of days, I asked her to bring the extra lock from my other bike. That begged the embarrassing question as to why I needed and extra lock.
Confession is good for the soul.
Oh yeah, 15 minutes.
Wes
We found a diner just south of theBay City State Park for coffee and pie. Our trip became the discussion of about half of the customers. We learned that there was a nice county park at Pinconning with camping. We also learned that the route that we planned to take to Pinconning would not work. The other patrons offered route suggestions and we were on our way.
Camp was set up atPinconning County Park early in the afternoon. We rode back into town to log some computer time at the library and to buy something for dinner. Getting off of the road early always makes for a good day.
After dinner I went exploring around the park. There was a nice boardwalk that extended about a mile into a marsh and ended at an observation platform. While walking back I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. As it came out of my pocket, I heard the key to my bike lock hit the boardwalk. By the time I turned to see where it landed, it had disappeared between the slats.
I spent the next 20 minutes crawling on my hands and knees looking between the boards for the key. You know that I didn’t find it and my bike was safely locked to a tree next to my tent.
Yeah I know I should have had another key stashed away somewhere in my pack but I didn’t. When I got back to camp I asked Brian how long he thought it would take me to defeat my cable lock using my little Gerber multi-tool. Brian suggested that I use the saw blade and cut down the tree and release my bike.
It really wasn’t the tree’s fault so I rejected Brian’s suggestion. As I was working on my problem, the phone rang. Barb and I told each other about our day (at least I told her about most of it). Since Barb and Pat would be joining us in a couple of days, I asked her to bring the extra lock from my other bike. That begged the embarrassing question as to why I needed and extra lock.
Confession is good for the soul.
Oh yeah, 15 minutes.
Wes
Posted: Sun - September 17, 2006 at 12:33 PM
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