but maybe just barely. We've been back from down south for almost a week, and my butt still doesn't want to climb onto a bike..... I've got to get a better seat. REALLY glad I was not on a DR650 for this ride!
I'm not going to blog, but here are pictures:
Note the sub albums on the side bar.
Nothing super crazy happened, The Trace, New Orleans, escaping the heat in movie theaters, Pensacola, good food, a great friend, a good time. A scary "hotel" in Birmingham, and LONG LONG days on the bike. Hammocks falling out of trees, poison ivy, and lots of ice cream. That pretty much sums it up.