Sunday, funday 🚲

Goddamn, well, I declare
Have you seen the like?
Their walls are built of cannonballs
Their motto is “don’t tread on me”

A bit of a chilly morning in the hammock πŸ• but that’s not surprising as I am suspended in the air despite the blankets over me. Did a quick overnight on the west side of Irish Hill above the ravine near East Hill County preserve. I’ve been thinking about possibly following the old woods road down to there and exploring there before hauling my gear back to Red πŸ›» and heading over to Partridge Run for the day.

Just a quiet night in the wilderness, back country camping where none has done before. πŸ”₯ While I wouldn’t call it Leave No Trace, I buried the coals once cold mixed with poop πŸ’© and piss to make sure they’re cold, scattered limbs and leaves over the site which is well off any road or path. Listened to the remaining section of Edward Abbey’s the Brave Cowboy. πŸ”‰ Not a bad night, easy to do, beats being in the city πŸ™. Precided by a day riding around Thacher Park 🏞 then down the escarpment through Voorheeesville and back home.

After eggs πŸ₯š and coffee β˜• for breakfast, I’ll haul the remaining gear back to the truck and maybe go for a little walk 🚢 around the state forest before heading out to Partridge Run. 🚲 I want to ride the bulk of the day and maybe cool down in the Switz Kill for a before heading out to the folks house 🏑 for Sunday dinner πŸ‘ͺ. Then it’s back to work tomorrow. Campfire breakfasts sure are good. πŸ˜‹

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