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Motorcycles?  Mountains?  Where are you people?  Well, we are not in Brazil at the moment!  We are in the USA for a bit.  One of our sons is an avid adventure motorcycle rider.  My husband has enjoyed trips with him on some of our past trips and even purchased an adventure ride of his own recently.  

So this week we headed of to SW Virginia to ride a little and camp a little.

Our rides

We spent three days riding country backroads in SW Virginia and parts of North Carolina.  We camped in two wild spots in the Jefferson National Forest.  One was along a beautiful mountain stream and the other on the side of a mountain.


We ate great lunches in cute regional restaurants.  One saved us from a downpour as we enjoyed a leisurely Tex-Mex meal and lots of sweet tea.  We visited the Museum of Appalachia in Saltville, Virginia and the Wolf Creek Indian Museum and Village near Bastian, Virginia.






This was my first time motorcycle camping and aside from some rain, I was a happy rider and content with my skilled pilot.  Our fellow motorcyclists were more experienced, but were patient and helpful along the way.

Frequent stops and good food made the trip fun.  A warm tent and good Kylmit bed pad made the nights doable.

All in all it was a great ride and I hope for some more motorcycle adventures while we are in the USA.  

Interesting that even the backroads are in better shape than many main roads we travel regularly in NE Brazil!

Our routes from the three days...




It should be noted that we only did the upper half of the Back of the Dragon route along Route 16.  Maybe our next trip should include the whole course!  Someone, me, was a little nervous about that part, but my confidence grew the farther along we went which was good as the roads after the BOTD were a little more curvy and a little more crazy.

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