Friday afternoon we made it to Crawford Notch State park where we stayed for three amazing nights. It was our home base for the trip. Each day we would go ride our bikes and return to our base camp for food and beverage. It was a great central location for us to refuel and rest. The campground was packed since it was a nice weekend. Our neighbors at the campground were different and were from Indiana. They sat in their tents most of the time we were there. Not very friendly but that girl sure did have a set of legs on her.
Saturday Rick, Johnny, and I took out our road bikes and took off down Highway 16. We got dropped off by some backwoods homie from Conway. He met him at the local gocery and offered to take us to Gorham since he had some business to tend to. We threw our bikes in the back and piled into his single cab. Since there wasn't enough room we made that fool Rick ride in the back. He wasn't happy about it and complained about his hair getting messed up. What a woman! Didn't take us to long to get to Gorham. I ate two Cliff bars and we set off on the road. The ride back to our car was about 25 miles and we covered that in 5 hours. Johnny was so slooow!! Didn't think we'd make it back to camp before dark. That fool stopped to pee about 8 times from what I could tell. No idea what his problem was.
Saturday night we ate a healthy campfire meal. Johnny brought some sausage from a hog he killed down south and we wrapped some bacon around the pieces. Talk about delicious. Rick's girlfriend sent him with some rice crispy treats and brownies and those were pretty much gone our first night. Luckily Rick also brought some Buds. Those kept Johnny sane half the night.
Sunday our plans of riding Highway 302 changed due to traffic and our lack of sleep. That's when we found some killing off road trails at the Cherry Mountain area. I totally showed those guys how to kill it when not on pavement. Rick busted it about 4 times and Johnny was too slow to try anything hard. He walked more than he rode it seemed like. Talk about being a woman rider. We didn't spend all day on our mountain bikes. Instead we headed back to base camp and took a snoozer. Our Indiana neighbors weren't there so I took a few logs of their wood so we'd have some for the night.
Sunday night we drove into Littleton because a good looking girl told Johnny about a pizza joint and bar in the area. That fool will listen to anything that has long hair and shaved legs. In Littleton we found a pizza place but no bar. The food was out of this world. Since there wasn't much going on in Littleton we took off back to base camp. Drank the last of our Buds and sacked out for the night. The Indiana neighbors never noticed the missing firewood! Rick and Johnny shared a tent. Hope those fools didn't have snuggle time. LOL.
Johnny and his crappy off road bike. What an idiot.
The neighbors who never left their tent. Odd people from Indiana.
The only pizza place we could find in Littleton. Johnny is an idiot.
Getting tired of that fool Rick always wanting his picture in front of state line signs. Hey Rick, we all know you didn't ride that far.