OUR FIRST MOTORCYCLE CAMPING TRIP.
We lived South of Peoria, Illinois, along the Illinois River. About 75 miles North is a State Park we enjoyed hiking in, Starved Rock State Park, named for when Indians were trapped and starved on the flat rock outcropping, forced to jump to their death on the rocks beside the river. Could be why Indians hated the white man for so long.
Lots of nice secluded trails above and below the small canyons. Most are now closed because modern man was too stupid to stop falling over the sides. Most weren't even hungry!
There are two more small State Parks and some County Parks in the same area. Many, including Starved Rock, with camping. All with steep steps, metal wrought iron stairs, or trails. Great for lookin up skirts and things.
For many years we camped with the kids or with my brother and his family up there. When we found babysitters on nice weekends, we took the old Panhead Harley, a one man pup tent, one dollar air mattresses, basic supplies and rode up the river to camp different places.
On this trip, we were going to Starved Rock and get kinky. Dollie was beginning to enjoy showin skin. Flashing from a distance became fun for both of us. In fact, she loved riding behind me on the Harley topless in short shorts.
This was the same State Park where we accidently began our hobby of tit flashing while taking pictures. Even on this trip, posing near statues and other things of interest took much of our time.
Since we took back roads and went through small towns, she could ride most of the time that way. I wore tankie tops and short shorts. No no helmets. We were really big time biker dudes!