July 24, 2018

Thelma and Louise Take On The Ozark Mountains

Every summer for the last 9 years, Tyree and I are sure to take a few day-trips on our two-wheeled beauties. Sometimes we rolled out with an agenda in mind, most times not. Over the years they progressed into the Thelma & Louise adventures, matching shirts and all. On numerous occasions we had talked about taking off on a multi-day adventure, but summers always filled quickly, never leaving any opportunities. Finally, during the late 2017 winter months, we penciled in two adventures into our summer ’18 calendars that were non-negotiable: Colorado over July 4th with our boys (more about that later) and a T&L only adventure to the Ozark Mountains during the 3rd weekend of July.

And so, on Thursday, July 19th, 2018 we put our kickstands up for an adventure we won’t soon forget.

1st Official Destination: Warsaw, MO for a late lunch and an ice-cold beverage. We happened upon Dam Restaurant, adjacent to a swinging bridge and decided that was our place to stop.

As we chatted with the regulars and enjoyed our meal and first beer of the day, they kept track of a storm cell that was building just northwest of Warsaw. A lazy, no-rush afternoon, turned into an afternoon with a slight sense of urgency attached to it due to the oncoming storms carrying 70+mph winds. The locals hurried us out the door (truly… they nearly forgot to tab us out before we asked) and with well-wishes being shout-out behind us, we headed south, just barely 20 minutes ahead of the storm cell. To the folks at Dam Restaurant, we appreciated your hospitality and desire to keep us safe.

People are good.

There was only one time where we thought we might not beat the storm due to a brief jaunt west of Springfield to avoid the backlog of traffic heading south.

But, we made it in to Branson safe and sound, left our bikes at the hotel and headed out for BBQ and beers at Gettin’ Basted where we waited out the storm before leaving our mark on the Branson strip.

Friday, July 20th | Weather forecast: 115 degree heat index.

7:30am: Breakfast at Belgian Waffle and Pancake House, where the staff are absolute dolls.

“You girls are hot! Like, not hot/hot, but hot/hot!”

After a few conversations with our waitress we found out that she and another employee are referred to as Thelma & Louise. Of course, we had to have our photos taken with the local T&L before we departed for our FULL day on two-wheels.

Thanks, Belgian Waffle House for a WONDERFUL breakfast and conversations.

First leg: Branson to Peel, Arkansas so we could take the ferry!

If you are in the area, this route is a must out of Branson. Rolling hills, incredible views and curvy roads the entire 44 miles. And as always when traveling into mountainous areas, plan for almost double the time as a straight path may take you. Lot’s of gear shifting (and FUN!)

As we waited for the ferry, we struck up a conversation with a guy who just happened to hail from Plattsmouth, NE, only having just recently moved to Arkansas. Small world!

After a brief wait, we boarded the ferry and off we went across the lake to begin our afternoon, and very dark evening, in Arkansas!

Thanks to the recommendation of our new buddy from the ferry ride, we pointed our headlights towards Cliff House Inn in Jasper, AR, which overlooks the “Grand Canyon of Arkansas”. The stellar views, and what appeared to be a breeding ground for giant butterfly’s and hummingbirds, this stop certainly didn’t disappoint.

A quick bite to eat and an iced tea (hello dry counties in over 90% of the State) we headed out. By this point in the afternoon it was well over 100 degrees. We were one of FEW outside, which provided us the opportunity to own the roads.

Our route took us straight south on 21 to the D&J Country Store where we sought out water and air-conditioning for a few minutes. The hotter-than-satan’s-lair weather conditions, while straddling a boiling hot motor that is working double time thanks to the terrain… well…. you get the idea of what we looked like at this point. Thanks to the cashier we received the recommendation to head back into the national forest to Country Road 4400 and take a left. Literally saw ONE car in the hour we were in this part of the forest. It was perfect.

Once we were satisfied with our County Road playground, we headed on West to find a major road and happened upon the bottom end of the Pigs Trail.

Typically this part of the Pigs Trail is JAM PACKED with tourists and locals. This day? Crickets, man. My phone tells me this photo was taken at 4:54pm and it was well into the 115’s for the heat index.

Tyree missed riding the Pigs Trail byway the last time we were in Arkansas, so we for sure wanted to hit it this time around, but to be honest: it wasn’t that thrilling after the day of switchbacks we had explored already, all thanks to taking the roads less traveled. Ah-may-zing.

Fun (?) side note: lower left side of my windshield you can see the remnants of something that most likely didn’t make it out alive…

It was at this point in the day that we were becoming cognizant of the time and sun placement and knew we needed to be making our way out of the national forest and back towards Branson. So, we left with the destination of Eureka Springs in mind. Surely we could get there, eat dinner and take a semi-scenic way back into Branson?!

Surely…

A wrong turn (but gorgeous byway) took us 30 miles out of our way but we took it as a challenge and headed to Eureka Springs anyway. We NEEDED A BEER and a BURGER something fierce by this point and so around 7:30pm, we rolled into the Cat House Lounge, a favorite amongst bikers.

The beer was welcome and the belly laughs abundant, which was most likely due to a combination of part heat exhaustion and said beer. We mapped out a perfect little route back into Branson, via NW Arkansas and Branson West to get us back to our hotel … And then we bounced.

For the mom’s reading this, you may want to skip ahead to after the map photo. We know that even though we are both 37 years old, you’ll want to scold us after this…

MapQuest had a mind of it’s own and we found ourselves deep into the Ozark Mountain and forest terrain welllllll after sundown. Do I dare mention there were no stars due to a slight overcast and threat of rain? It was black. Sheer black. A 60-75 minute ride ended up being about 2.5 hours of:

white knuckles
outward laughs from the nerves and the stupidity
three one lane bridges that we prayed were not actually one plank bridges (it’s a thing and there are a few down there)
a few tighter than expected curves because where we were, road signs weren’t a thing,
thigh squeezing/butt-clenching
a lot of down shifting
forced relaxation to navigate curves fluidly
a few stops to say “you good?”
quick eye glances towards the ditches for wild animals
quick glances back to what you could see of the road due to said curves with no warning road signs
internal thoughts of what the news channels would say about us if we really did go off a cliff… with our Thelma and Louise shirts on…
a few morbid chuckles about that, because come on. That’s actually kinda funny.
deep breaths and verbal reminders to take it all in and enjoy the journey, regardless of the fact that we couldn’t see a damn thing
out-loud verbal affirmations of “Girl, this is AWESOME” to “Girl, you are STUPID” and back.

…and when we finally saw the lights of Branson and navigated our way confidently towards “home” we breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed our clenched butts, laughed at ourselves, thanked the man upstairs for the guiding hand, praised our common sense of taking it easy and laughing through the journey and recapped what an incredible experience that actually was.

I only hope that someday we can retrace our steps and actually experience those incredible less-than-traveled roads again, but in the daylight, preferably. I can only imagine the absolute beauty those bridges and cliffs held.

Maps do not provide justice for the type of curves and elevation changes you can expect on this route. Top notch!

Uh, especially between Eureka Springs and Branson. 🙂

Saturday, July 21st | Still Hot As Hell

We didn’t have any set plans for Saturday other then slowly making our way towards Nebraska. We had a few points of interest and an idea of where we were going to end our evening, but didn’t set it in stone. And so after a 50’s inspired diner breakfast, we set out to play in the Missouri National forests. We did several pass-through’s and loops, a few backtracks, and even found ourselves in a one-lane valley where a local farmer coming out of his farm ground gave us a friendly head nod as he rolled on by at a leisurely 15 mph.

Thanks, buddy, for letting us take over your road for a short period of time.

After we played all morning on those incredible roads, we landed ourselves in Ozark, MO around 2:00pm for a Bloody Mary and a few beers at Back Home Brewing. I mean, it was our vacation and we just spent the last two days in mostly dry counties. We were due a few. 🙂

And then realized we had literally made ZERO headway towards home. Like… at all. HA!

And so we made the executive decision to hit the ever boring Highway 13 for 136 miles to Warrensburg, MO for a brief beer stop on Pine Street (apparently the stomping rounds for all Central Missouri State University kids) before heading on to Weston, MO.

Side note: make sure you take all the back roads North of Warrensburg towards Excelsior Springs (Highway 10 to 92)and then into Weston, MO if traveling that way. Those roads were insanely gorgeous. Had no idea there was such beauty in that part of Missouri. NONE!

Weston, MO is a community pulled straight out of a Christmas Hallmark Movie. It is so quaint and full of charm with it’s little shops, restaurants, wineries (Pirtle Winery is housed here) and bars. I cannot wait to go back and spend an entire day there. Seriously, folks. Explore it online (here) and then go pay it an actual visit.

We had dinner at the Tin Kitchen, a southern smokehouse, walked up and down the main drag to do a little window shopping before landing into O’Malley’s Pub to end our night. O’Malley’s is a series of 3 vaulted limestone cellars, with the main bar located in the lowest level. They had an Irish band playing on Saturday evening and we seriously could have stayed all night listening to and enjoying the show. Such a cool bar and community!

But, we still had a 30 minute ride ahead of us to Atchison, Kansas where we had last second booked a hotel for the night, so back on the bikes around 10:30pm for the last part of our journey.

Sunday, July 22nd, 2018

Bright and early we woke and set out for breakfast at a café about 60 miles northwest-ish. Upon arrival it appeared the whole town was closed up and dried out, so a quick call to Tyree’s mom:

“Whatcha doing? Any chance you want to make us breakfast?”.

And so on we went another 60 miles, with a quick stop to Tyree’s grandpa for a quick good morning hug and on down the road to her parents house where we enjoyed a warm and made with love breakfast with her family. A walk down memory lane for Tyree as she gave me a tour of the neighboring communities, her high school and finally a stop at Peru State College where she completed her undergrad. The town is literally a college, a small grocery store and a bar/grill. So, naturally, we stopped to enjoy one last vacation beer before taking on the last leg of our journey home.

And so the Thelma and Louise multi-day adventure concluded and with a happy heart and giant smiles on our faces as we split ways at the highway 32 interchange.

Thanks, Tyree, for an epic adventure. Lot’s of memories were made down in those trees. Happy to have you by my side for so many fun events.

Cheers to many more!

A note of acknowledgement to the victims, survivors, families and workers of the Duck Boat accident in Branson on the evening of July 19th. The storm that we outran, unfortunately, did not dissolve before hitting the tourist town of Branson. Our thoughts and prayers were with you upon hearing the news of such a tragedy, so close in proximity to where we were. May you find peace and understanding in the days to come.

September 27, 2017

Life Lately – A Glimpse Back to August and September 2017

Summer 2017 flew by like all summers do. But for those who liken summer to just the months of June, July and August are selling themselves short. Why stop at August? Because school starts up again? Hellooooo… who lives for the week when there is always a weekend? September is always an extended summer month for this girl and it’s been slammed full of awesome. Plus, let’s just note the horrid temps we’ve been having lately. Mid-90’s at the end of September?

WHAT WAS THAT?!

Let’s take a step back in time.

{August}

The first part of the month was Jessica’s annual girls trip to the Ozarks with a few newbies along for the ride but minus a few previous attendees who were unable to make it. The Ozarks trip looked quite different than years prior (recap of previous years here and here), however, you can guarantee fun was had, drinks were ingested, a few belongings were lost at the bottom of the lake and a hangover or two may have happened.

Thanks again, Jeff and Donna for opening up your home to us.

August 11-12th

Clint officiated a wedding in Red Oak, IA the second weekend of August so we headed down on the bikes Friday the 11th to help with rehearsal.

Added bonus: one of the best meals we have had in a long time courtesy of the Red Coach Inn Lounge. Had NO IDEA their food was so legit. I take back my Red Roach sentiments. *shoulder shrug

The wedding on Saturday was absolutely gorgeous and everything went off without a hitch!

And I, of course, loved every second I got to hang with Sara’s cute little fam.

The entire month of August provided a lot of two-wheel time. The number of sunsets captured was pretty spectacular. This particular night we were just leaving The Twisted Tail after dinner and headed straight into the sunset. I can’t get enough!

Mid-August we had the opportunity to take my in-laws to dinner and we picked out the Driftwood Inn and Blair, NE. The views during our pre-dinner drinks and appetizers were enough to make me want to go back for another evening cocktail anytime! If you head that way, be sure to check their hours and give yourself plenty of time. The seating is limited, the days and hours are limited and the wait time to get in is long, but clearly, worth it. The place was packed!

HOLD THE PHONE!

Did you know Clint has an award-winning truck? At some point in August, we popped over to a car show with this man-manipulated beast I lovingly call Mater. Listen, it’s apparently a thing because it was quite the conversation starter. All I know is it’s a former dump truck (I think) that he put a box on. It won best unfinished.

To me, it wins the title of “just another one of Clint’s unfinished projects”.

And then around came my 37th birthday weekend. Plans? What plans? Friends, let me tell you, August hit me like a ton of bricks! I was out of the office traveling every day for over two weeks and facilitated 17 orientations where I was front facing students, parents, and administrators. That’s a LOT of people and questions… and repeated answers.

So, I started to make plans, I didn’t like them, I changed them, I didn’t commit to anything, then I committed, people were busy, and then I uncommitted from it all because dang it… I just didn’t want plans. None. So, that’s what I did. Whatever the hell I wanted on a schedule that didn’t matter if I was late or early too.

And it was glorious.

I got a solid long run in at my fave Zorinsky Lake and then we put some more miles in on the bikes. Two-wheeled therapy, beers, dinner, and a nightcap to watch the Mayweather vs. McGregor fight at Tyree’s. It was absolutely perfect and what I needed.

And let’s not forget about this ooey gooey bowl of sweetness! She makes every day a great day! ❤

And then Tuesday the 29th hit and all of a sudden I’m 37. THIRTY-SEVEN! And super proud of it. If you are one of those who keeps aging backwards… yo. Stop it. Own it! Look at all the cool things you’ve experienced in your life to this point. The things you’ve learned. The mountains you’ve moved. I proudly state my age. Who gives a shit anyway? Life friggin ROCKS!

The day started with getting absolutely SPOILED by my INSANIANCS and a 6 pack of beer from Jordan L.

{Ok for real. The number of people who actually thought I drank that bad boy at 5:30am after posting it on FB was a little ridic. 5:30am is a bit early don’t ya think?}

I mean clearly, I waited until the more respectable hour of 10:30am to crack it open. #duh

Thanks to Kelly for the extra steps in making my morning start off just right. Look at that load of goodness.

And the day of happiness continued with fresh out of the oven muffins from Bridgette, lunch with my mama, Dave and Gabe, goodies from some very special co-workers, flowers from the hubs, a hand-delivered cookie from Jess, love from the cat and sushi dinner to close out the night.

37. You fine.

{September}

I am still continuing working on my photo taking skills and fortunately for me had two more incredible test subjects. Check out a few sneaks below!

Pirtlefest Preps started happening on September 2nd and lasted through September 16th. The weekends preps consisted of truck repairs, hole digging, pole barn cleaning, cabin sweep, human fooseball construction while also consuming a fair amount of food and booze.

Friday, September 8th was Clarinda’s homecoming and my beautiful cousin was part of the Homecoming Court. I made a last minute decision early that morning to take a 1/2 day off work and make my way to Clarinda to see her in action. Fortunately for me, I caught a gorgeous sunrise on that two-wheeled beauty.

And speaking of gorgeous! Megan- red is your color!

No trip to Clarinda would ever be complete without a stop to see Kayla and fortunately for us, Nicole stopped by and joined in on the fun as well!

An afternoon of beers and besties? YES, PLEASE, ALWAYS!

I timed my departure to coincide with the sunset. The backroads of Iowa never disappoint, so there I sat, by myself, no traffic, the only sounds coming from the low grumble of my bike and the chirps of bugs, watching the sunset ever so softly until it disappeared.

You all know how I feel about finding time to reset and self-reflect. For me, the best time to do that is on the bike at sunset with nothing but miles ahead, miles behind and the only sounds heard are from the bike and my own thoughts.

Be comfortable being by yourself. Get comfortable having hard conversations with yourself. That’s where true growth begins.

Saturday the 9th was the annual Scroggs memorial run out of Clarinda, so instead of heading to the farm to continue helping with the Pirtlefest shenanigans, I took off on the bike BACK to Clarinda to enjoy an afternoon of riding.

The weather was perfect, the miles long and the company a treat.

Sunday, September 10th marked 6 years of marriage.

Killing it!

Monday, September 11th marked my first day back as a playing member of the Nebraska Wind Symphony. It had been 6 years since I had touched my clarinet and 11 years since I played repertoire that challenged me. I was a member of NWS from 2004-2006 while still living in Clarinda but left the group during a transition period in my life and then actually left music altogether in 2011 when I stepped away from teaching. Joining the music world again had definitely been on my heart for the last year. In fact, my Christmas present to my Gr’pa Goecker last year was a written promise to see what I could do about becoming a playing NWS member again… and Monday the 11th I fulfilled that promise. He’s delighted as he’s certainly been the one to consistently bring up how he wishes I still played. It’s been GREAT to be back… but I’ll admit the Monday evening 7:15-9:15pm rehearsals are an adjustment for my 4am Tuesday alarm clock. Ouch!!

Mid-September brought some changes at work. The details are unnecessary, but the love I feel for my colleagues and the future of my position is promising. Thanks to many special people for helping lead into that transition and through the changes yet to come.

And with that, I’ll leave you be. We’ve got Pirtlefest and an Arkansas trip to round out September, but those adventures certainly deserve their own post.

… Oh, the stories and photos to share! 🙂

Cheers!

July 17, 2017

Algona Freedom Rally | 2017

We came.

We saw.

We conquered.

ABATE of Iowa, Algona Freedom Rally 2017 was another success.

And by success we mean drunk, tired and wet.

Oh come on you dirty minded folks… it rained. Daily. Hell, we even survived a potential twister in the area. Tent campers unite!

But you dirty minded folks probably aren’t too far off either. 😉

Like all motorcycle rallies; we arrived, checked-in, set up camp and immediately headed back into town for necessities:

Beer
Snacks
Beer
Liquor

before settling into some campsite day drinking, games and people watching.

Holding up to last years promise, Tracy scored a yard game to keep us entertained for a few hours each day. Let’s just say a few of us were big talkers and our mouths perhaps got a little ahead of our game.

Why yes, yes that is a giant bottle of Sangria he’s holding. We hang with manly men. Don’t judge. It’s a rally, remember? In his defense, he also enjoys partaking in drinking the cheapest, most gut rot inducing beer he can find.

Our crew prefers to camp on our own little acreage, nestled back in the trees, away from the Algona Rally hub. We were pretty stoked when we scored our spot we stumbled upon last year and are pretty confident that two years in a row makes us official owners of said acreage. Watch it 2018’ers. We are coming for you if you take our spot.

But, if you prefer to be where the action is day in and day out, then go camp with our good friends the Wiese’s and their mighty crew.

Where might that be, you ask? Just follow the loud rukkus coming out of this beautiful Coleman turned DJ central, aka Andy’s masterpiece.

*shirtless stud sold seperately

Or just look out for a sea of tent canopies on the main drag. You’ll see them if you don’t hear them first.

Rain delays on Thursday didn’t dampen our spirits thanks to the Larson’s bonnet. Who said anything about this contraption being made for a sunblock on the beach? Psssh….. rain block at rallies is more like it.

Heck, if that doesn’t work, just throw a chair carrier over your head and call it a day.

SHUT the front door…. is that a SODA and not a beer? Yes, sometimes a beer break, literally, is needed and welcomed.

Many folks ask how large of a crowd the Algona Freedom rally brings in. Allow me to let the photos tell the story.

Pretty impressive, ya?

One popular activity during the rally are the motorcycle games. From the hotdog eating contest, to the slow ride, to the keg rolling, you are bound to see some skills. In what skill area are we referencing specifically? I’ll leave that for you to experience when you attend the Rally in 2018.

Pictured above are our new friends Shelby and Brandon. Liz and I have followed Shelby (and she us) for a few years on Instagram. Funny how those hashtags actually work, you hashtagging fools. When used with purpose and intention, you actually stumble upon some pretty cool shit, including people! It was awesome to finally meet and hang out at the Rally this year!

I am positive that this is just the start of a pretty great friendship and will bring about some fun rides in the future. Way to go, Instagram!

I used the rally games to actually start messing around with my DSLR settings and photoshop. I am hellbent on figuring this out so I can try my hand at capturing some good shots of my girls on their bikes. 🙂

The photo above is my first time throwing in a sky overlay. For my first time, I’d say I didn’t do too shabby blending it in. Keep your judgy mcjudgerson thoughts to yourself photo police. Perhaps lend some soft suggestions on how to use and abuse that fancy photoshop element tool, eh?

#notstaged

The community of Algona held some dirt track racing on Saturday, so we made our way off grounds to partake in that little afternoon adventure. It was decent but not thrilling. I believe we all came for the action but stayed for the announcer. Someone get that guy a gig announcing all the nonsense seen at the actual rally, stat. Entertainment for hours.

Algona 2017 went off without a hitch if you ask our little crew. But, we don’t ask for much. Steak sandwiches for the hubs, well done burgers for yours truly, prime real estate for camping, good tunes and train wreck sight seeing galore. I believe we checked off all those boxes.

Even though a repeat from years prior, this guy never disappoints with his flame throwing techniques.

But T-Rex was a new and hilarious edition this year.

Ominous skies made for the most beautiful weather we’ve had to date!

And evening tunes brought out the crazy.

Heck, even a few mid-afternoon naps were welcomed by some, alcohol induced or not, the balancing act is impressive.

BUT, word of caution, if you fall asleep while watching the afternoon parade of people, you are bound to wakeup to a bearded hug and a moonshine bottle in your face and down your throat. Happy rallying, Heidi.

In the end, great friends make the event a success.

Thanks to ABATE of Iowa for yet another kick ass weekend of fun and sun.

Algona 2017, you certainly did not disappoint. We look forward to your next adventures in 2018.

Cheers!

Special Thanks:

ABATE of Iowa
Algona Freedom Rally Staff
Algona, IA HyVee
- for the stellar breakfast, snacks, beer selections and service.

Photos:

Yours Truly
Tyree
Tracy
Liz
DeAnn
Algona Freedom rally facebook page

July 11, 2015

Algona Freedom Rally | July 4th, 2015

Oh, Algona. You certainly did NOT disappoint with your boozetastic and eccentric ways.

I believe that photo could sum it up.

The eyes, the facial expressions, the deceiving innocent smile on Andy’s face…

… before he picked Clint up.

Algona was a one of a kind experience, to say the least. Someone asked us how it compared to all the years of Conesville Rally’s. Let’s just say that this rally seemed to be more “freeing” for some folks and you certainly didn’t see these signs hanging anywhere.

They say “What happens in Algona, stays in Algona”.

For this little blog of mine, that quote is holding it’s value because NONE of those photos I captured are going up. BUT, let’s just say my fellow Snapchat followers weren’t so lucky. The good stuff stayed off the SnapChat story line (hey, teenage nieces and nephews that follow me) and right into the adults personal snap on the left side.

You are MORE than welcome.

I gained a few followers that day, but if you have a weird name for your handle, then I didn’t share much with you. Sorry, but you gotta at least tell me who you are, swmpgrlrncklvr.

Ya, I made that one up… but seriously.

This was our first Iowa rally with the Sully’s in a LOOONNNGGG time, so it was fun to get back together with them again. We found ourselves a sweet little shaded spot, complete with our own creek, for our weekend camping adventure.

Campers paradise!

Check this.

I rode on the back of Clint’s bike for a whole quarter mile on the campgrounds. Watch out, y’all! This was only the second time in my 9 years of being with Clint that I hopped on the back. YA, this girl don’t play that way.

People ask what you do at these rally’s. Well, you drink beer, sit around a campfire, shoot the shit, people watch, listen to music, go for day rides, walk around, etc.

The difference between a rally and a normal camping experience is the people watching is FAR more enjoyable, there are vendors with food, clothes and other crap and there is live music each night.

Friday we did a lot of camp-side sitting and people watching. Most of my epic snaps happened this day. Seriously fascinating.

A lot of moonshine drinking happened on Friday thanks to Clint’s three batches of Red (cherry), White (straight up shine) and Blue (blue raspberry and lemon). I made sure to catch a few taking their first drink. It would be the last time they looked sober for the rest of the night with that 150 proof death trap.

Victim #1. Remember him.

Victim #2. Remember him picking up Clint in the photo above? Yep….

Victim 3.

Clint.

He gets all sortsa huggy at a certain point in his drinking games.

Poor Liz.

🙂

Shortly after this photo happened Clint was hit with the weeblewobbles and was in bed at 11pm. If he had it his way it would have been 9:30. Somehow we managed to keep him upright for another hour.

What a rookie.