Big Sigh

What a great weekend. We’re back from our three-day weekend and we don’t want it to end. The weather was perfect, the riding was fun, the campground was beautiful, the people were so nice… it was fantastic.

We left Friday around noon and took a lovely ride, mostly route 44, heading toward New York. Every time we’ve traveled that way, up around Winsted I’m always amazed by two things. First, I always thought that Winsted was this hick little town with nothing around. Winsted is huge and booming. Andover is the gum on the bottom of Winsted’s shoe. And secondly, I always think to myself that you can forget how beautiful Connecticut is when you live here every day. It really is gorgeous. The hills, the little towns, the scenery – it’s amazing. We found Wilcox Park, our camping area, around 2 or so and were pleasantly surprised at this fantastic park.

Here’s a link to a video I took from the back of Luke’s motorcycle of the road into the park. This is from the entrance to the camping area at the back of the park – about a four-minute ride through trees and twisty roads, past ponds and lovely picnic areas. What a nice park.  Click here to watch it.  (In case you’re wondering, all of the rear seat photography was taken on our trip out to the air show.  They had told us that motorcycle parking was tight so some of us went two-up to save on room.  Not my favorite way to travel anymore, but hey, at least I got to take some pictures!)

We spent Friday afternoon relaxing and talking with the people we knew.  The temperature went from about 80-degrees in the sun to 50-degrees in the shade and then down to about 30-degrees at night.  It was cold, but Saturday morning when we got up and it was so clear and beautiful, it was worth the cold feet during the night.  There’s nothing like climbing out of a dewy tent in the early morning and seeing mist all around as you set up the coffee percolator to make a steamy cup of coffee and start your day.

Saturday afternoon we went out to the Rhinebeck Aerodrome to see an air show of vintage planes.  There’s a museum and an air strip and they restore and fly Word War I-era planes there.  Unfortunately it was windy on Saturday so we didn’t get to see all of the planes in the air, but it was my first air show at it was fun.  It was such a nice day that any excuse to stand outside and look at the sky was good enough for me.  We headed back to the campground for the Saturday night festivities including an insane amount of food, bike judging, and raffle prizes.  After dinner we sat around the campfire and listened to Voyle and three others play their guitars and banjo and sing songs into the wee hours of the morning.  A perfect end to a great day.

Another cold night and another gorgeous morning and we were packing up and getting ready to leave.  I would have loved to stay longer, it was just so beautiful there.  We thought about taking the long(er) way home but decided to take the same route home that we took to get there since I had some work to do once we got home (more on that later), and we had another great ride up over route 44 again.I can’t say “great” and “beautiful” and “amazing” enough.  It was just a perfect weekend and I want to thank all of the Dead Horse regulars who are nice enough to take us in and show us around, and a big thank you to Michale and Karla Friedle who organize the Airheads at the Aerodrome rally every year.  This was our first year but it certainly won’t be our last.

(Click on any of the pictures in the Flickr block on the right to see all 54 pictures from our trip.)


One Comment

  1. Very Cool! We were thinking about you on Saturday . . . we were pedaling and 3 jets zoomed overhead in formation heading West. I assume they were going to your air show. Glad to hear you had a great time.


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