Sedona,
Arizona
Run
May 6-9, 2004
By Craig Dillmann
Talk about ironic, my trek to
Sedona started with a ride in a smelly flatbed truck! Jim and Caroline Musgrove informed me it was
ok to ride my modern bike as a few others would be doing the same. I loaded my
full dresser to the gills with enough stuff for a month complete with rain
suit, 4 pairs of shoes, blow dryers his
and hers, etc. etc. Fully loaded with
two up I head out for the eight hour jaunt.
About an hour into the ride, I notice my new XM radio quits. Damn no
music, a few minutes later, I look down and notice that the battery isn’t
charging, a few minutes later I’m pushing the bike into an Arco station!
....
By the time I got back home and
un-packed 4 hours had gone by. I loaded
the trusty Indian chief into the truck and I pulled into Sedona around midnight and I might add the Chief ran perfect
as expected. The first day we wound up
in Mormon lake for a good lunch at the lodge.
Funny thing though Mormon lake has no water in it. Evidently Arizona
is going thru a serious drought. After the ride the whole gang met on a patio
at the west end of the hotel for happy hour.
The hotel was perfect for our group single story all the rooms next to
each other with a huge patio on the end with beautiful views of the red rock
country. Kevin Spear and I made a side
trip to old town Flagstaff for an
afternoon in an old fashioned pub, the bikes sitting in front got lots of
attention.
The next day we went to a BBQ
hosted by Dee Cameron and his wife. What a neat spread he’s got in Prescott.
Its a small ranch with plenty of room for a motocross track! Talk about food he put out a spread fit for a
king. Also he’s got a huge garage where all his bikes were displayed .In the
corner under an empty Captain Morgan rum bottle I noticed a magneto that might
have been stolen from my ‘26 Chief from
a meet in Sheboygan but I didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to embarrass Dee
in front of family and friends.
In keeping tradition, myself and a
select number of members thought it appropriate to check out the watering holes
in old town Prescott, this of coarse just to make sure the Arizona health inspectors
are doing their job. The first establishment, built in the 1800s complete with
sagging floors met our criteria. We were compelled being good citizens to
inspect another establishment on our journey back to Sedona in the town of
Jerome witch is literally built into a hillside! I’m pleased to report that the
establishment passed muster even though the band was a
little warbled. Our group including party animal Grace, myself, Spear and a few
others made it back without incident, but I haven’t heard from Nevada Bob and company? There probably still in Arizona
dutifully checking out watering holes.
A good time was had by all and was
hoping Bob and Caroline will host the event next year.