I phucked off most of July 21, spending hours at the Smokey Bear Cafe in Silverton, eating breakfast, chewing the cud with locals. It was an overcast blustery day with rain in the forecast. The skies did clear for a few hours so back at camp, I enjoyed a few beers and smoked a few bowls, then took a long long afternoon nap.
I was snug as a bug in a rug inside my tent when all of a sudden I hear, "hey................hey man, you sleeping, hey man, wake up". I awoke out out of my coma and see this short little man, not quite a midget, though perhaps a slight case of dwarfism, frantically talking to me. I was half asleep, a medium rainfall hitting my tent, it wasn't exactly easy to hear what this stranger was saying to me. All I was hearing was blah, blah, blah.
Once I was almost out of my coma, I could determine what the midget was asking me. He said, " hey man, nice 1290, we saw your bike, we are also on KTM's, 690's, my wife and I, it's raining and we can't get a campsite, the campground is full, would you mind if we share your campsite".  Damn, I wish I'd said **** NO. I told the midget that if it was okay with the campground manager, it'd be okay with me.Â
So, he left, and asked the manager, manager apparently told him if I was okay with it, he was okay with it. I had fallen back to sleep when he came back to my tent door to tell me the good news.Â
Now, I was awake, couldn't fall back to sleep. I got up, took one look at the man's wife and couldn't help but laugh internally. The midget's wife had to have been nearly 6'4" tall, her hubby, 5' tall with thick soles, lol.Â
The rain had stopped, just a slight amount of mist in the air, so I told them I was going to ride to Silverton for dinner. I asked them what they were doing for dinner, they had some food packed. I asked them if they needed me to bring them anything back from town, nope they were good. I asked if they were interested in a campfire that evening, I had burned through all the wood delivered to me earlier in the week. They said yes, that'd be great, we love campfires. Okie ******* dokie.Â
If you can't tell, I was frustrated, I'd just had a beautiful comatose nap interrupted by a couple of posers on their brand new looking 690's with brand new soft luggage, whom could've easily setup their tent outside of the campground adjacent to the river, but no, they had to share my site with me and wake me from my lovely soothing nap to request doing so.
After dinner, I stopped by, purchased enough wood to get us through the night, rode back to camp, started a fire, and proceeded to listen to these two posers argue and listen to their nonsense. I went to bed early, not pissed, just frustrated.Â
The next morning, I awoke early, decided it was time to get the hell on the road. They awoke shortly after, and began breaking down camp. I got done packing up everything before them. Now, tell me if I'm stingy or tight as a bark on a tree, but considering what they'd done, I kind of thought they'd at least offer me something towards camping fees and the firewood I'd purchased. It wasn't exactly cheap to camp at South Mineral, $35usd per night and the firewood was $10. Them ******* posers didn't offer up a dime!
I jetted, and didn't stay frustrated for long, a few minutes on one of the finest stretches of pavement west of the Mississippi, and I was A okay.
I don't have any pics from this day, I don't know what happened to them, I must have deleted them accidentally, I'm unable to find them. Fortunately, I had my action cam on most of the day, so I do have footage of my ride south to north on the 'Million Dollar Highway' near Ouray, Colorado.
I hope you enjoy:
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