Prologue and Context:
This story is about the second big motorcycle trip my son (Jean-Luc) and I have taken together. The first was a five day, 1100 mile trip to Virginia in 2001 when he was six. We've done many weekend trips since he started riding with me at age five, but going beyond a 2-day trip is a still a special event for Jean-Luc and me.
Jean-Luc's had a busy summer this year. He learned to swim, so I've really been pushing water activities. We've been swimming several times a week, kayaking in flatwater and mild whitewater, gone fishing, ridden in a Duck, and visited a water park. So I wanted to continue that with a trip where he (actually, *we*) would get to play in sand, sun, and water.
Jean-Luc and I had canceled our trip to the BMW MOA National rally in Charleston due to chronic torrential rains here in Northwest Ohio, so this was also a makeup trip for us. Father-son bonding through soft-core adventure was the plan. That's really the best part of my job as a parent, I think...