8/6 – Overheard Bikers

262 miles, and farewell, Sturgis.

It was sad to leave ‘motorcycle camp’ with Sash and Steve, but good to be on the road again. I rolled in with the setting sun and pitched my tent just past Buffalo, WY, in Bighorn National Forest. In spite of my fears that bears would maul my scooter, I was asleep by 10pm. No cell service, no artificial lighting, just a tired, sweaty scooterist.

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