...well, Bernie and Penny’s to be exact. More on that later.
When we were planning our long weekend camping trip on the Skyline Drive, I had mentioned to
Chainsaw that maybe we should get reservations at the campground. “Oh, hell no, we don’t need that”, he replied. For some reason, the night before we left, he decided to call both of the campgrounds we were looking at. Full up, both of them.
By this time the trailer had been packed with all the camping supplies and our friend Tim in Bear was primed to meet up with us at about 06:30 on Friday. We were screwed, or so we thought. Chainsaw (aka “The Saw”) remembered that we had some friends, Penny and Bernie, who lived on about 60 acres out around Mount Jackson, VA. We hadn’t seen them in almost two years, but keep in touch via a biker’s forum and Penny’s
website and
blog. The last time we had seen them was at a little
TEA* Party in August of 2006.
Chainsaw gave them a call, and Penny said, “Hell, yeah, c’mon down ! Y’all can stay in the cabin !”
So, plans had been altered a bit, but we were still on our way the next day.
We met up with Tim and were on the road by 07:30 on July 4th. We took Route 340 through Harpers Ferry, then Twenty Miles of Terror on the Beltway (I-695) around Baltimore, then Route 70 to Front Royal. We were rained on the first hour or so. That rain stings on your face when you’re on a motorcycle. Chainsaw, aka “Mr. Meteorologist” told me that this was supposed to be a “sluggish front”, which meant it was supposed to hang around for awhile. It sure enough did.
On the way to Mount Jackson we stopped at a Sheetz in Boyce, VA.

After all, there are essentials in life and Chainsaw and Tim wanted to make sure we had them.
Once duly stocked, we continued on.
Now, Penny and Bernie are homesteaders and they live way, way, way back in the woods. There is a drive of about a mile off of the main road, then a mile or so of gravelly-stuff which is very challenging when you're on a bike. Not only was Chainsaw hauling my own quite sensible ass, we were also hauling a trailer full of "stuff". But Chainsaw, despite his grumbling did the deed with his usual grace (that is, if you don't count the cursing).
We were all prepared for camping, but were happy to stay in the cabin on Penny and Bernie's property. It was built in 1906 and has all the amenities (refrigerator, stove, sink, plenty of beds, television, dining room, and a right friendly front porch for sitting). The only thing it didn't have was running water. Hell, that's what they make woods for.
We arrived around 3:30 PM, and sat with Penny and Bernie in their house (which is just up a bit from the cabin), jawing and throwing back a few, catching up with everything that has been going on. We talked a bit of politics. When I asked Bernie what party he was registered with, he told me he wasn't a Democrat or a Republican; he was a Civil Libertarian. Penny told me that in Virginia they don't have to officially register with a party, and just pick what primary they want to vote in. She was in a quandry (like many people) with the Presidential race. I think she is leaning towards Bob Barr.
I didn't take any pictures of the inside of the cabin, but wish that I had. It was filled with things that bikers and various other miscreants had left during their stay, including a tambourine, a feathered boa, bottles of mysterious liquors, coffee cups, signs, and poker chips. We played poker for awhile on Friday, then hit the sack, all the while listening to the torrential rain pound on the roof. We were happy we weren't camping...this little shack was better than a 5-star hotel in our minds.
The door on the cabin had this sign posted on it, so we felt safe.
There also was a sign on a smaller shack right by us that warned that the FBI, ATF, and IRS were not exactly welcome, seeing as how this was private property.
The weather was not very encouraging on Saturday. Tim had never been on the Skyline Drive, but the clouds were ominous and we probably wouldn't have been able to see any views anyway.
We rode over to Shenandoah Caverns (and got rained on). Once we saw the price of $22/person for the tour, we decided that $22 was too much for a hole in the ground, so we bought a few tacky souveniers just to say we were there. The riding was all real nice when it wasn't raining. We decided to stop at the local Wally World and stock up on provisions so we could make dinner for our hosts. Chainsaw sprung for the ribeye steaks, Tim picked out some store-bought potato salad, and we refreshed the beer supply.
We went up to Penny and Bernie's house, and the grill was fired up. Chainsaw was the chef, and he had been soaking hicktory chips since the early morning. Penny came out with baked beans, salad, rolls, and macaroni and cheese. We had a good old time just a talking and bullshitting and eating. The weather held up for us that evening, which was a blessing.
I was just happy being around good, smart, interesting people (oh, I include Chainsaw and Tim in that). Penny and Bernie are founders of a group called VFR-RACE. VFR stands for "Virginia Freedom Riders". The word RACE stands for "Race Against Constitutional Erosion". They are all up on the same issues we care about, and I always learn something, especially since States can be a little different in some ways. The gun "laws" there are very different from Delaware. Bernie is a member of the state Motorcycle Advisory Council, and there is the big concern about increasing motorcycle deaths (VA is a mandatory helmet law state).
We jawed a bit, but not too late, as the woods life kind of makes you go to bed early and get up early. A good time was had by all.
By Sunday, the "sluggish front" was still being sluggish. We hemmed and hawed and looked at the mountains and finally decided to go for it. We did about forty miles on the Skyline Drive. On the other side of the one tunnel on the Drive, it started to pour. Just 15 minutes earlier, we had taken our jackets off ! We had a deer and a fawn cross our path twice. I never cease to be amazed at that.
We had some trash food on the road, and headed back. While I was reading in the dining room, Chainsaw and Tim were chattering away on the front porch. Penny and Bernie came down and we hung on the porch for about another two hours, just talking about all sorts of things, never at a loss for conversation.
Monday was the traveling-home day. We got everything packed, making sure to leave no footprints, and rode up the road to thank our gracious hosts. Promising to e-mail once we got home, we started out pretty much along the same route we had come in on. We stopped at the Harley dealership in Winchester (and 4 other bikers from Delaware rode in), then stocked up at a Waffle House (Chainsaw calls it "Awful House", but dang you always know what you're going to get).
On the Twenty Miles of Terror (I-695) going back, don't you know Mother Nature had to let us know who was boss and we got a torrential rain that lasted about 10 minutes. I guess She just couldn't let a day go by without us getting wet.
We got home around 4:30, plumb tuckered out for sure, but it was a "good" kind of tired. When you know you've ridden hard, been with good people, and seen some real pretty places. And Tim got to ride part of the Skyline Drive, which is probably the best thing of all.
After a quick supper of red beans and rice, Chainsaw and I hit the sack to prepare for the return to the rat race. I was sure tired out today, and had over 100 e-mails and such to deal with, but dang we had a good time. You can't ask for anything more than a safe trip, good fellowship, and beautiful country. You just can't.
*TEA = The Extreme Activist