I bet that old gal looks like an old pack mule when you get tent and all your gear loaded on her,,lol,, I kinda miss the days of havin a sleeping bag rolled up on the front forks and what ever else I needed in the bags,,,
One seems to forget the rain and fog and the morning you woke up, and every part of your body hurts cause you slept on a load of rocks and roots somebody stuck under your sleeping bag during the night,,
But you remember the mornings when you wake and hear the birds and watch the sun coming up. That first cup of coffee made in the soup can from last nights supper, then kick the old pan and it starts on the second kick, right then you know its a wonderful day to be alive.
Though I love to camp, doing it on a bike any more becomes a real PIA. I don't bend like I use to, the ground is harder and the nights colder than they use to be, and now I have to have a coffee pot, stove, and pans, pots, air mattress, you know stuff and a tent.
The mind is willing,, but the body says
WTF are you thinking,,,lol