Devil’s Creek ’08. I saw the swamp monster.
I live in TX, at least for the time being. I’ll be moving to S FL soon enough, but this was my first swamp ride. Thanks to Chris and Jeff, who were my tour guides and ride providers for the weekend, I got a preview of the riding in store when I do move.
Chris and Jeff picked me up at the Orlando airport on their way to the swamp. See all the bikes back there? I count 3……………….for now.
Chris is already smiling and I’m not even in the truck yet. I wonder if Chris and Jeff know something I don’t? I wonder if they’re silently snickering because they know about this “slightly wet” ride ahead.
I have a secret weapon up my sleeve though…………I’m from Seattle. I don’t know swamps, but I have seen my share of mud.
We arrive at the riding area early Friday afternoon, in time for a little preview.
Chris leads the way into the little pond. This doesn’t look too deep.
We stop to watch Chris empty water from his boot.
Then we take off again. I wonder why he dumped out the water ‘cause it looks like the boots might fill up again.
I think Jeff’s boots are going to fill up in a second.
Yep, so much for dry socks.
This was on Friday so we hadn’t gotten the “No Wake Zone” briefing from Swampy yet.
We got all our gear dried out Friday night. At least we could begin this day dry. I bet that won’t last long.
Saturday was chilly. I thought FL was a warm and sunny place all year ‘round, apparently not. I was shivering and we hadn’t even left the staging area. Whaaahh!
I’m getting soft in my ahh ”maturing” years.
An early crossing Saturday.
We were making pretty good time Sat. We were able to skip the bypass and keep on the regular routé to lunch. This is when it all turned terribly soggy.
The swamp monster crawled out of the lake we were crossing (looked like a lake to me) and swallowed that poor DR and tossed it out in the middle of the lake. That pretty much filled the airbox full of swamp monster spit. I took pics while the boys worked away on the bike.
There are some unsung hero's here helping also. Sideshow Bob, Glenn, and Tony all pitched in whenever any of us got stuck. Thanks y'all.
We came across some more riders trying to get to lunch before the 2pm cutoff. They ran into a swamp monster too.
We had one last tangle with a lake crossing and a bike that was showing princess tendencies and protesting about all the abuse. The boys know how to get those bikes running again and soon we pulled into the lunch point.
We arrived a few minutes late. Ok, maybe a few more than a few minutes, but thankfully Linda and her crew were still serving up these awesome vittles and gladly welcomed us in for a late, delicious lunch. Linda even made me some hot cocoa. That hit the spot. My chattering teeth might have tipped her off to my core temp needing a jumpstart on reheating.
You’ve all heard about the awesome lunch. It sure hit the spot. Thanks Mrs. Swampy for setting up such a great feast.
The after lunch ride was much easier, just like Swampy said.it would be, in the morning riders meeting. Maybe it was easier because we cheated a little. I was cold and tired (it’s a girl thing) and we took a little shortcut back. By the time we arrived Jeff decided he ought to give his DR a rest so he took that nice ’07 off Mike’s hands. How nice of Jeff to do that.
Sideshow Bob, Glenn and Tony were feeling way more ambitious and continued on the rest of the route after lunch. I think they got back to camp at 830 pm. Good thing I didnl't follow them boys, I'm a skered of the dark, especially in the swamp.
Saturday was a complete blast. Thanks Chris and Jeff for inviting me along. Chris I owe you big for letting me ride your bike in such conditions and putting it through all that mud.
We head off for food and to dry out for the night.
To be continued……………….