Week-long trip around Montenegro, shots from mountain Durmitor, and somewhere in the south east region.

Follow up from my last post, thank you guys for the kind comments and stories of your own impromtu adventures! This was the coolest thing I’ve ever done ever so it’s super fun to share and see the responses!

Day 2: It was around 10am when I was ready to leave the motorcycle campground, and the temperature rose significantly so my teeth were no longer chattering. I geared up in just about every layer I had including my bright yellow BMW rain suit (banana suit), which was a good call because I got poured on throughout the day. I was en-route to Whitehorse, YT which meant today, I was crossing the border. I was a little nervous for this as I’ve never done this before, and I had maybe a few items that a lot of sources said you couldn’t bring through (however they were things essential for camping soooo I thought fuck it maybe they’ll understand?)

Turns out the border patrol guys were super cool, and got me through the entrance in a jif. Even though the scenery doesn’t change once you enter Canada, the feelings did. Even though my Canadian brothers look like me, speak like me, and even act like me, I was in a whole nother COUNTRY. And I had gotten there all thanks to my T7, now I just needed her to carry me through. I lost cell service as soon as I entered Canada, which was something I was prepared for (I had a garmin in reach) but at the same time didn’t expect. The next 5 days were spent completely solo. No phone calls, only texts sent from the garmin to update some folks on my status and location daily. This just enhanced the feelings of freedom let me tell ya.

I stopped in at a small fuel station not far from the entrance of Canada and snagged a bag of Doritos I’d never seen before (6/10 actually not that great). I’d passed by the biggest lake I’d ever seen with my own eyes, saw plenty of deer and other wildlife and was on a high the entire day. Until nightfall. I had actually managed to kind of get myself turned around once I got close to white horse. My garmin map was all I had, and at times it didn’t make much sense what I was looking at. So for at least an hour or so I was driving down backroads unrelated to my route, in search of a city that didn’t exist down them. I wanted to call it for the night and wild camp around 9pm as the sun had set and it was getting cold, but then it started raining. And I mean RAINING. I had removed the banana suit earlier in the day because I ironically got too hot, so I had to pull over and fetch it out and put it back on. Everything I was wearing was now, all of a sudden pretty wet. I decided to find white horse and get a hotel.

I rolled into this little Yukon town late on a Friday night and let me tell ya, I wish I’d never made this a destination. It had potential to be a very quaint very cute little city with its historic buildings, tight streets and “bustling” nightlife but it was anything but charming. There were vagrants EVERYWHERE. I entered the city limits and began looking for hotel signs but immediately had regrets. Off the rip I saw 5 men on a street corner only lit up by the traffic light above them. An argument was ensuing and it was pretty obvious as I got closer that it was 4v1 only the 1 happened to be a very elderly looking man. I kept to myself, and rolled past thinking “man I hope this isn’t any indication of the state of this place”…it was.

I stopped into a motel called the Stratford motel. It was dingy, darkly lit and had junk cars outside but it was the first option I saw. I wandered in and got a quote for a room-$120. $120?! For a motel 6 type place that carries haunted/serial killer imminent vibes?? No thanks. I pushed on to a best western or some other name brand type hotel and to my astonishment the lady behind the counter said $375 for a room that night. Not. A. F’ing. Chance. Rolled around some more and into various other places but all were either booked out or too expensive. It was Friday after all. I decided to tuck my tail and get a room at the Stratford, only when I ventured back to that side of the town I passed by where those men had been arguing earlier only to see the old man face down on the ground not moving, just a block away from the motel. An Ambulance was just turning onto the street he was on. Phew. I again kept to myself. I wanted 0 part in whatever that was, and if he was dead, I didn’t want to traumatize myself on this trip. I stuffed it into the back of my head and checked into the Stratford Motel.

The room had casting call/kidnap someone and keep them in a closet here type vibes. I slept fully clothed, with my hoodie pulled over my head and the strings drawn tight, and tried to use breathing techniques to slow my heart rate and drift off to sleep because I was so uncomfortable and so alert. You can see the view I had from my balcony pictured above. I was just drifting to sleep when I started hearing guttural screams coming from outside. I sprang up and went to see what was going on. There was a little opening on the left (as you can see in the photo) where you can see the main road. There were a group of people down on the road, and I shit you not, just straight up brawling while someone’s girlfriend I imagined watched from the sidelines screaming in horror. This scuffle went on for about 5-6 minutes before you could hear sirens and everyone scampered off. I was petrified for the safety of my machine being parked at a place like this. I couldn’t wait for morning. Eventually I fell asleep and when I woke up around 6-7am and it was just light enough I was out of there as fast as possible. I had to hit the bank to exchange some currency so I had enough cash to make my way through Canada Incase specific places didn’t take card. At the bank there were two gentlemen in line behind me who I had struck up conversation with. They were from Europe, in Canada for some work thing and visited Whitehorse for some reason or another. Turns out, they stayed at the Stratford that night and in the front parking lot there truck was broken into and one of their wallets with all personal info and cards was taken. What a nightmare. I strategically parked around back, and tucked my bike up against the stairwell so it was as invisible as possible. I also carried all of my gear up to my room.

I got my money, got back on the bike and hit the road again.

The euphoria of what I was doing came back quick, as just 30 minutes on the road put me back in the middle of no where Canada. Right where I wanted to be :). The sun came up hot this day and vibes on the road were immaculate. Onward to Dease Lake.

~I thought I could squeeze day 3 in here too but turns out my yap skills translate to writing too so I’ll do day 3 later today.

AMA in the comments, I know a lot of folks here are beginners and are unsure of proper gear, tools, food, water purification items etc to bring with them. I’ve gained a world of experience since taking this trip and many others so I’m happy to share any tips! Thanks for reading guys

1600 miles on my Triumph Tiger 900 Rally Pro. What an amazing adventure. Wanted to share it with somebody. I went solo.

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In the fall of last year I rode my ‘24 T7 from Anchorage Alaska to SLC Utah in 9 days. I covered about 4200 miles and took my time to soak in the scenery and make some friends along the way. This was truly one of the greatest experiences I’ve ever had and ever since, I’ve been obsessed with ADV riding and moto camping, like, cant get enough of it.

For luggage I had two Nelson rigg hurricane bags and a dry bag type backpack for a tail bag lol. I also carried a 3L fuel bladder and a foldable camp chair on either side so it often felt like I was sitting in a makeshift lazy boy going down the road. This was late August through early September and let me tell you it was COLD and rainy in northern Alaska/the Yukon, especially at night.

Day 1: I left Anchorage around 2pm local time, and hit the Glenn highway en-route for Tok. Tok is about 6 hours or 320 miles north of Anchorage. This was my first time ever going out on the bike for more than a single night, once I was a few hours from home the realness of what I embarked on had settled in fully, but I felt confident in just taking it one day at a time. I worked at the motorcycle shop in my hometown for a bit before I had left, and we had all types of riders come through for service that had ridden in from all over north/South America so you bet I did some brain picking before hitting the road.

I got to Tok later that evening and stayed at the coolest campground I’ve been to till this day called Thompson Eagles Claw Motorcycle Park. It was designated only for motorcycles and was tricked out with all kinds of amenities from sauna’s, to free wood piles, a space to work on your machine out of the rain and they even supplied tools, and a section to cook with a gas stove and utensils, the whole 9. It was late in the year and so understandably I was the only one throughout the entire property that night. The owners live in their home stationed in front of the campground entrance, and when I went to pay the next morning the kind lady living there said she didn’t even notice me arrive!

For my sleeping setup I had a 32 degree bag, sleeping pad that you blow up with air, and a teton sleeping bag. I was wearing long John’s, pants, a thermal long sleeve, and a hoodie and I woke up several times in the night because of how cold I was. Around 7 or so when I woke up again shivering I decided to just get up a get a fire going. Stepping out of the tent was almost intoxicating. All of sudden I didn’t care how cold I was. I was doing it. The sun was up and the morning dew covered my rain fly and the seat of my machine. The air was cool and refreshing, it was like my brain took a clip of this moment, truly bucket list shit guys. All of the YouTube videos I’d watched, all of the people I asked for advice, all of the forums I went through, lead me to where I was that morning and I was OVER the moon.

I dried out my rain fly over the fire and warmed up my gear before putting it on. I made a jet boil meal with a freeze dryer meal I’d brought along and packed up my items onto the bike. She wasn’t quite dialed yet, I made a few tweaks on the ride up but I was carrying 80lbs of gear and I’m 6’4 190 myself so walking in the suspension took some trial. I made some final adjustments to what I was certain would be a buttery experience and set off. I had an idea of where I was going to end up that night but I was in no hurry so I truly didn’t know. And I didn’t care. Guys I cannot express how free that made me feel, it was insane.

I’ll cover day 2 in another post tomorrow as to not make one ginormous post

Also~is there a way to add videos to posts or is it photo only? I’ve got a lot of cool pov clips of the scenery

Mountain Stol, Serbia — fox bother me at evening, then this dogo showed up, i fed him, and he was my night guardian 🙌🏻

400miles one way from Denver, over 900miles round trip 4 days and a hell of a time! The sporty did amazing on the travels. Packed saddle bags, a backpack and strapped sleeping bag, tent, and sleeping mat over the bags.

Didn’t grow up camping, never even slept in a tent. For the longest time I was just lurking, watching videos of random people traveling on motorcycles and camping — but never actually tried it myself.

Well… until I finally did. Spent my first night in a tent somewhere in the mountains of Idaho, USA. The wildest part? I WAS COMPLETELY ALONE — not a single soul around.

I’m hooked.

Just a few words of advice for anyone like me who’s still lurking, wishing, but hasn’t actually pulled the trigger yet: do it. Start small. Book a campground near your home (for me, it was within a 2.5-hour radius). Don’t overthink the gear. Just get the basics, and you’ll quickly figure out:

• what to bring next time
• what to drop
• what to change

Last year I bought a 3 person Clostnature Polaris from Amazon. They're available in 1, 2, 3 + 4 person sizes.

I have used it several times and I have to say it is fabulous. Lots of room inside, easy set up, aluminium poles, 2 doors, 5000mmHH and very good quality overall. If you're looking for something good and don't want to pay big brand prices then have a look.

* I have no affiliation with the brand or any other brand. *

I'm looking for a sub 2k bike to do some commuting, light off road and moto camping.

This Cagiva Navigator 1000 has come up for sale local to me within budget.

Can't find a massive amount of info on them but it looks great! I have a plan to swap out the tyres for something a bit more knobbly.

Anyone on here used one for touring/moto camping/greenlaning and is there anything I should look out for when viewing?

It's on 28k, has a new MOT and almost full service history.

I’ve got a relatively small pibble and she loves camping, but I haven’t found a good way to bring her with me on the bike yet. I’d rather not be the guy with a sidecar or trailer on the Goldwing, as I end up on some pretty hairy trails and off-road to get to my spots often and I don’t think that would go over well.

Had a great time and must have done several hundred km off road. Lots of people I met were concerned about a woman camping alone but rest assured I didn't get promptly murdered by the closest stranger in the forest.

I have a dirt bike, not street legal, and I would like to go moto camping. Obviously I would not be able to drive it on the streets to the destination. I was wondering if there is anywhere near Los Angeles that I could go to like the entrance of the park or forest or anything like that with a truck, park it somewhere, then drive in with the dirt bike and go deeper into the forest to camp. Or do all national forests allow me to ride the bike as long as I’m off the actual road?

First time out with the Wingman of the Road Toucan. Got a long absolutely fantastic! The build quality is superb and extremely well thought out. I'm definitely going to get some poles for the awning. Definitely wanted to try tethering it to the bike but I think moving forward I'll just use poles for it. Set up and tear down is a breeze too!

one thing is recommend is to get an inflatable sleeping mat to put under the pad in the Toucan! It was extremely comfy and those inflatable mats don't take up much space at all!

I'm really glad I got the Toucan over the Goose. I had enough space to get my Saddlemen tail bag inside the tent with and still had plenty of leg room and I'm 6'3.

I've got a bit of adjustments to do gear wise, but for a quick test run I learned a lot!

I was heading to the top of the mountain for a camp w some good views and the wind was insane on the way up. Turned into one of the pullouts to look for a level spot for my tent. I was going slow and the ground was full of big holes and right when my front wheel went into one a big gust of wind blew me right over. I tried setting up camp there but the wind was just too much, ended up riding further up to find this spot where I was sheltered by some trees. I didnt get hurt at all and the bike's fine except for the broken lever, just made for an interesting ride back down the mountain and 150 miles to the next town😅

I had the pleasure of doing a motorcycle ride with my dad this summer. He is an exceptionally experienced motorcycle camper - frequently riding between Copenhagen, Monaco and The North Cape in the top of Norway.

This time we went through Norway and Sweden - I took my Indian Scout while dad took a BMW. It was great fun.

I’ve had the Wingman Goose for a while now and while it’s bulky when packed, yet tiny when pitched it’s still by far my favourite motorcycle camping tent; being able to pitch and pack down in less than 4 minutes all in, and having everything in the contained package makes it SO fun for a motorcycle trip and is a life saver when arriving late.

Enjoy the ride friends!

Always liked a bit of camping and fancied heading out on the bike to get away from it all and so this was my first go.

Enough to be self sufficient for a few days and pretty happy with how it all packed up and the kit I had.

Looking forward to getting away more.

It's all about finding that sweet spot where the roads aren't freezing, but the temperature still drops overnight.

Unlike the gram counters over at r/ultralight, weight doesn’t matter — that’s why us motocampers pack beer…

So I’m looking for a camp chair to sit on, in places where there’s no picnic tables because I’m off a forest service road. It should pack small — so not the kind soccer moms have on the sideline.

I’m Canadian and our version of REI is MEC (it has deep-sixed any element of a coop, by the way.) They have this chair, developed in-house: https://www.mec.ca/en/product/6034-174/mec-ultra-lite-chair?colour=Puffin+Twin+Peaks+Pattern but at half the price of a Helinox, I’m worried it’s half the quality…