Monday, January 18, 2010

R.I.P. River

"Cry Me a River Wild" departed this shiny Blue Marble in the general direction of Dog Heaven this evening. If there's some meandering to do, count on some o' that. 

My supreme pal with angel wings, near limitless energy, a zest for family, and a curiously aerodynamic bump on your head, I will miss you bud...

"Now it is lonely inside my heart; I don't know what to do..."
~~ Emily La Rue

"River was one of the best dogs a kid could ask for."
~~ Ethan La Rue 

Rest in Peace River (but run like heck!) 

d. Jan 18, 2010

1.24.10:  We have the greatest friends in the world.  Since I cross-posted on Facebook, I'm sharing some of the comments from that place to this place, as follows:

Rod Baine
So sorry my friend... he served his master well, and can now rest.
January 18 at 8:38pm ·

Michael Rubin
Hang in there bud!
January 18 at 8:46pm ·

Steve Koenig
Sorry to hear that Kev. Tough losing a pet, a member of the family. Give my best to the wife and kids.
January 18 at 10:01pm ·

Laurie Shupp
Kevin, a great big hug to you and your family. I have the feeling that Caleb will be joining River soon...
January 18 at 10:24pm ·

Mornee P Sherry
I Stood By Your Bed

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep

I whined to you softly As you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."...

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, Your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to re-assure you, That I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, As you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "It's me"

You looked so very tired, And sank into a chair, I tried so hard to let you know, That I was standing there.

It's possible for me, To be so near you every day. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, Then smiled, I think you knew… In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

An when the time is right for you, To cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you, And we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, There is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out…

Then come home to be with me.

I feel for you buddy...hopefully this helps!
January 18 at 11:55pm ·

Cindy Taylor
Aw Kev....losing a special friend is NEVER easy....I hope your happy memories bring you peace and comfort. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
January 19 at 7:21am ·

Alex Tosheff
He had a good long and well-loved life - even though we tried to do them in once or twice (penasquitos flood) I'd like to think River and Romeo are chasing each other somewhere else now :)
January 19 at 7:25am ·

Lauren Tosheff
The focus on that dog, standing there at the beach waiting for you to throw that Frisbee.... We'll never forget River, and always be grateful for your friendship because of 2 great dogs.
January 19 at 4:11pm ·

Jon Wright
Dude, know how you feel, and while it's the right thing to do it is never pleasant. I felt a lot of emotional angst as I watched the life leave Desi's eyes, and while I was sad I was also relieved that the struggle and pain were over. Our family will miss him dearly, even though he never failed to nail me in the crotch every time I showed up at your door.
January 19 at 5:56pm ·

Sunday, January 10, 2010

E-Ticket Sunrise

Today I just needed to ride. Following a tough week at Nik and a super-busy Saturday, my goal was to just spend the morning riding and shooting pics out east of San Diego.

I was flying solo, so time and distance was not an issue. After studying the famous BMW Owners Club of SD ride map, the Laguna Mountains called out like a siren!

I left Buckwheat Manor at 5:35 bundled up to the hilt, with neck warmer, windproof vest and new BMW "Allaround" gloves that have some nice warm lining in them. Still wicked cold though (more on that later!). I filled up with gas at the Mobil on Scripps/Poway Parkway, and took off like a shot to Hwy 67. I was hustling so through the foothill curves of that dangerous two-laner I was alternating between high beams and low (when traffic approached).

Sunrise was to arrive at 6:52am according to the paper, so I scrambled to get into the back-country by dawn. Once I got on I-8, I was flyin' at 90mph much of the way to the Hwy 79 turn-off at Descanso to which I arrived about 6:20am. The highway riding was mostly in the mid- to -high 40's, but once on the twisty tarmac heading towards Lake Cuyamaca my temp guage was indicating 27 - 37 degrees. Heated handgrips were blasting, but the cold was severe. I was a bit concerned about hitting some "black ice", but there hadn't been any precip for a couple of weeks and the days had been warming up nicely.

It was a race to find some picturesque country before dawn - something other than just burnt hills or craggy foothills. I stopped about 6:40 and took some shots just to have a tale to tell, but knew there had to be something better. Rounding a few 15mph corners, the valley to the south of Lake Cuyamaca opened up, with the still beauty of the waters posing as if for a postcard.

I spent dawn time there by the lake, with a few other hearty travelers passing by (one motorcyclist). Otherwise, still, cold and clear. Perfect!

After the sunrise, I had planned to scoot for Julian and familiar territory, but decided instead to head still higher into the mountains on Sunrise Hwy (S-1) to check out the hang glider launch precipice I recalled from so long ago - Kwimmee Point. I was sad to see several memorials there at the launch, and disappointed as well at the graffiti.

The sun was starting to warm things up a bit, and since I'd been jonesin' for a cup of Joe for miles & miles, it was time to do something about it. Old Man Sol was really low on the horizon, making for some blinding curves, but nothing deterred me from arriving safe & sound at the Blue Jay Lodge. Looked like I was the first customer of the day for Ms. Connie from Descanso who was friendly (and biker-friendly) as she could be. We chatted while I warmed up about back-country news mostly.

By the time I finished some coffee and eggs (sunny-side up if you please), local Earth temp was in the low 50's and I was heading south Japatul Valley Road. Sunrise Highway deserves a special mention here - the maps just don't do those wonderful sweepers justice! Smooth, fast, predictable asphalt, glory be thy name! ;-)

Now... I could very well have settled for that excellent bit of a morning ride and cruised I-8 for home, but my thrill-thirst to ride and explore was not yet sated - Hwy 79 turns into Japatul Valley Road south of the 8 and I knew that ultimately that would take me to Hwy 94 and homeward bound. JVR is a wonder, and it's kissin' cousin Lyon's Valley Road is just as good. There's NO substitute for morning rides without traffic. Jetted past the Barrett Honor Camp on LVR - need to look that up. Think it might be for "wayward youth..."

After nearly 5 hours on the road, I pulled back into the garage at home. Exhausted, but stoked for another great back-country "E-Ticket" ride on the F800GS barnstormer.