Sometimes you can just hear the forest calling. My friend Chris Wilcox decided that we should take a little overnight motorcycle camping trip into the Pisgah National Forest. Three riders met in the afternoon at the Blowing Rock Market. We were all riding dual sport motorcycles. I was on my KTM 500, Rick Riddle rode his KTM 690, and Chris pulled in last. He had two armloads of … [Read more...] about The Globe: An over-nighter deep in Pisgah
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Over the hills and far away: East Tennessee’s Bobarosa Saloon
Leaving Newport, Tennessee, U.S. 25 quickly transitions from residential neighborhoods to rural countryside. And just as the road crosses the mighty French Broad River, curving to the right, the ancient Great Smoky Mountains come into view — looming large and stoic above those passing through. By the next bend, a sign for the Bobarosa Saloon appears. Gazing down onto the … [Read more...] about Over the hills and far away: East Tennessee’s Bobarosa Saloon
Moto-camping: Dual Sports in NorthEast Georgia
Just north of Helen, Georgia, Poplar Stump Road runs northwesterly shadowing the west bank of the Chattahoochee River toward its headwaters. On this cool, nearly perfect September day, my Suzuki DR650 and I snake along the river’s edge, mind wandering considering how the narrowing waterway winds and tumbles southward over the fall line to the coastal plain some 430 miles … [Read more...] about Moto-camping: Dual Sports in NorthEast Georgia
Wanderlust meets leisure at Little Arrow Outdoor Resort
At the gateway to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, tucked in the foothills of the mountains and surrounded by lush forest, sits a resort that’s a little bit different. Luxury meets rustic at Little Arrow Outdoor Resort, a former campground lovingly restored with fresh accommodations including glamping tents, tiny homes, airstreams, RV sites and cabins. For … [Read more...] about Wanderlust meets leisure at Little Arrow Outdoor Resort
Cherohala Skyway: Nostalgia and furtive glances at the past
Nearly 30 years ago, an old friend introduced me to motorcycle camping. During those early years, the two of us came together a couple times a year for epic camping and rides, which usually led to some irresponsible, reckless behavior that young men with a false sense of immortality often undertake. I often returned home with sore abdominal muscles from excessive infantile … [Read more...] about Cherohala Skyway: Nostalgia and furtive glances at the past