Back in the day I used to camp, in fact I would load up a tent, my sleeping bag and a few other essentials on to the back of my motorcycle and I would take off for a weekend or a week of travel around the mid-west. That is how I would spend my summers, running around on my Honda 650. I have encountered skunks and raccoons while camping. Riding a motorcycle you never knew what was around the corner in the road like a couple of white tail dear, a black bear and her cub or a herd of pigs on a dark country road.
Today my idea of roughing it is to stay at a Quality Inn in stead of the Hilton and to eat my meal from a plastic basket instead of a plate.
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