Some kind of big bird.
They were thick as flies.
Ok, so as I roll down the road towards Haines, I'm keeping an eye out for a campground or at least a place to pitch my tent. I even ride through Haines all the way to the ferry terminal. Nada. I turn around and head back to town and I see a restaurant on the waterfront and decide to get some chow. The place was packed and got to sit there looking stupid for quite awhile.
I look out into the parking lot and I see what is obviously a local fisherman sauntering up to scope out my bike. He looks a little shifty, so I keep an eye out on him. He eventually wanders off. Whew!
A little later I notice the guy who looks like a life-guard or ski instructor come into to the restaurant and give a quick glance at the crowd. It looked like he was looking for someone, or maybe just an empty table. He waves off the waitress has he egresses.
A few minutes later, in comes this guy looking like a rodeo clown with all kinds of orange KTM stuff on and comes directly over to my table and asks if that's my bike outside. I answer affirmative, and then he asks if I'm Elmo or something. I reply that, sorry, no, that's not me. It turns out he's waiting for some guy on a KTM with Oregon plates, but they'd never met. Rodeo Clown asks if I have a place to camp yet and I reply that I don't, so he invites me to their campsite. Alright!
So guess who I meet? The "fisherman" who rides a Harley, and the "ski instructor" who's on an R11xxGS! Of course Rodeo Clown is riding a KTM 950 :)
I try not to post near duplicate pics, but these guys are goofballs and need to be shown in all their glory
That's elmontanero on the left, Tom in the middle (no computer, thus no ADV), and tufelhunden on the right.
What an awesome campsite, tents pitched under canopies!
And we needed it!
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