Last weekend I rode the XR, AKA the B.O.M. (Big Old Mare) for three days in west-central Arizona with my good friends Robert and Emilio! It was the first time I’ve ridden for multiple-days when packing all my gear on the bike.
Most of the gear for my 3 day motorcycle trip.
I’ve trailered the B.O.M to campsites before and then gone on long day-trips, but this was my first time I’ve taken everything I needed on the bike from clothing to food and all necessary camping gear. I know, 3 days is not exactly an “epic-adventure,” but I had to start somewhere! It was a great training ride for future “multi-country” trips I’m planning!
The trip took us from Prescott to Lake Alamo, where we camped just a few feet from the water. Late in the evening, Robert rounded-up some firewood and demonstrated superior Boy Scout fire-starting skills, (his secret, lots of gasoline on the wood) to provide us with a few hours of fireside enjoyment! The wild burros brayed all night and were only interrupted briefly by Emilio’s and Robert’s snoring. I think their snoring might have actually enticed the Burros to visit our campsite overnight. They said I snored too, but it didn’t seem to bother me?
Lake Alamo, Arizona.
The Big Old Mare at Lake Alamo, 2015.
Robert’s hard work paid off in the form of a nice campfire!
Early the next morning after a breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, we headed west to Parker where we spent the day on the banks of the picturesque Colorado River and camped at Buckskin State Park. The park has RV sites with full hookups and concrete-floored cabanas for rent along the river. We rented an open-air cabana for $30.00 and did our best to get some rest, which proved a bit difficult with the mariachi-music blasting from a loudspeaker at a dance club on the California side of the river. I can still hear the sound of the trumpets ringing in my ears! They say if the music is too loud, then you’re too old… well I guess I’m too old for Mariachi Music!
The view from our cabana at Buckskin State Park.
Departing Buckskin State Park, with Mariachi Music ringing in my ears!
After a night of listening to out of tune trumpets… we continued north to Lake Havasu and Oatman. Oatman is a historic little mining town about 26 miles south of Kingman. It’s famous for the wild burros who wander the streets in search of food handed out by tourists and shopkeepers.
The Wild Burros of Oatman, Arizona.
A Wild Burro on Main Street in Oatman, Arizona.
A vintage Truck Camper on Main Street Oatman,
After the mandatory “selfies” with all the jackasses, the four legged ones that is, and a visit to some of the shops, we continued our journey on two wheels to Kingman for lunch.
Along the road between Oatman and Kingman.
Emilio on his Suzuki DRZ 400.
From Kingman we headed south to Yucca and followed a dusty trail for 56 miles to Lake Alamo again! This time we were on the west side of Lake Alamo, which is only accessible from the west! One way in and one way out!
The dusty trail east of Yucca, Arizona.
We departed Lake Alamo late in the evening and 30 miles later we rolled into our impromptu campsite just before dark. We threw our ground mats in the sand of a dry wash and camped for the 3rd night near Wickiup! I must admit, day 3 of riding wore me out! It was a total of about 220 miles, with 160 miles on trail.
Our impromptu campsite near Wickiup, Arizona.
The sky was clear and the bugs were few so we didn’t need tents.
Robert on gear watch… yeah right!
The trip was a fantastic way to spend 3 days with good friends! It was really great training for future, longer trips and took us across some difficult terrain. I learned to much better navigate my motorcycle in deep sand and on rocky hills! The best part of the trip was that we suffered no breakdowns and no injuries! I thank the Motorcycle-Gods for that!