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Enjoyed the cold morning as the day came alive…..along with my phalanges. You ever think you didn’t get it in good enough shape for a big ride, do enough leg days, more cardio? Me neither, was just curious about others level of laziness. Fashion show…Gumby, Gary……and Pokey.
Hated to bust camp but we have new places to see. Choked down a sawdust bar and then the 500 kept doing that thing he does where he dips the front fender under my hand, repeatedly, trying to get me to pet him. I gave him a pat and that was that, we got at it.
We got on some good high country riding right out of camp, good flowy flow flow flowing through the woods.
This is all that I could have hoped and dreamed for on the routing. Epic seems to fall short to describe it. Wow!
That was some really fun scenic stuff, not too rowdy or technical but still kept you entertained and happy….mostly.
Sometimes you just got to take a minute. Grape came to the Bear’s rescue.
We eased out of that zone, little bit of desert.
We breezed through a town, supplied up…..back out for some more terra not so firma. We’re just getting started defiling ourselves today.
I was thinking about Grandpa Walton and when he told Jeremiah Johnson that elk don’t know how many feet a horse has. That was life changing. Does a grizzly know how many legs a 500 has? Probably not, I hear they just go for the second 500 in the group. Exhibit bate, I mean B.
Good solid ridin!! I was thinking this is my jam!!!! Oh no, brain drifting, something about tea and jam? Tune wedgy, crap, this is no good, it’s Ti, a drink with jam and bread. It’s risky, but I’m showing you my cards.
You still following along? Do the best you can. Start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you buy, you begin with K-T-M. When you ride, you begin with 5-OH-OH.
Desert dog day afternoon going down.
Had to call an audible, deviated from plan A, went with plan B to cut some miles out. But I still worked at it to keep us on interesting stuff. I’ve heard it said before, plan B is just as good as plan A.
Transitioning from desert to mountains again.
Looking pretty remote, pretty tore up, pretty hard to pick your route. Perfect. They are all perfect.
Fun stuff going down?
I studied this area pretty hard before this trip and was proud I found the one trail that went over these big mountains.
The trail was climbing, transition from two track, atv track, single track, Graham Jarvis track? We really pushed the group up the mountain, bikes were going down, it was hot, elevation hurting us….
I was scouting the viability of punching through and almost went down hard, like fall off the trail in a real bad way. Barely saved it. The next move was going to take a miracle….and looking ahead at the trail from my bike looked ugly. I laid my bike down, there was no kickstand happening. Went on foot and gave it an eyeball.
I don’t know that it would be possible even with a naked woods bike. But one thing for sure, I was tapping out.
Getting turned around was fun….I worked on that while other bike rescues were happening down below.
We tucked our tail, went back down the mountain and regrouped at this cool campground. Plan C….backtrack and slab it around the mountain.
We needed people fuel. Gassed up, heading back out there, somehow………somewhere………there’s a place for us. Risk taker am I.
Hated to bust camp but we have new places to see. Choked down a sawdust bar and then the 500 kept doing that thing he does where he dips the front fender under my hand, repeatedly, trying to get me to pet him. I gave him a pat and that was that, we got at it.
We got on some good high country riding right out of camp, good flowy flow flow flowing through the woods.
This is all that I could have hoped and dreamed for on the routing. Epic seems to fall short to describe it. Wow!
That was some really fun scenic stuff, not too rowdy or technical but still kept you entertained and happy….mostly.
Sometimes you just got to take a minute. Grape came to the Bear’s rescue.
We eased out of that zone, little bit of desert.
We breezed through a town, supplied up…..back out for some more terra not so firma. We’re just getting started defiling ourselves today.
I was thinking about Grandpa Walton and when he told Jeremiah Johnson that elk don’t know how many feet a horse has. That was life changing. Does a grizzly know how many legs a 500 has? Probably not, I hear they just go for the second 500 in the group. Exhibit bate, I mean B.
Good solid ridin!! I was thinking this is my jam!!!! Oh no, brain drifting, something about tea and jam? Tune wedgy, crap, this is no good, it’s Ti, a drink with jam and bread. It’s risky, but I’m showing you my cards.
You still following along? Do the best you can. Start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you buy, you begin with K-T-M. When you ride, you begin with 5-OH-OH.
Desert dog day afternoon going down.
Had to call an audible, deviated from plan A, went with plan B to cut some miles out. But I still worked at it to keep us on interesting stuff. I’ve heard it said before, plan B is just as good as plan A.
Transitioning from desert to mountains again.
Looking pretty remote, pretty tore up, pretty hard to pick your route. Perfect. They are all perfect.
Fun stuff going down?
I studied this area pretty hard before this trip and was proud I found the one trail that went over these big mountains.
The trail was climbing, transition from two track, atv track, single track, Graham Jarvis track? We really pushed the group up the mountain, bikes were going down, it was hot, elevation hurting us….
I was scouting the viability of punching through and almost went down hard, like fall off the trail in a real bad way. Barely saved it. The next move was going to take a miracle….and looking ahead at the trail from my bike looked ugly. I laid my bike down, there was no kickstand happening. Went on foot and gave it an eyeball.
I don’t know that it would be possible even with a naked woods bike. But one thing for sure, I was tapping out.
Getting turned around was fun….I worked on that while other bike rescues were happening down below.
We tucked our tail, went back down the mountain and regrouped at this cool campground. Plan C….backtrack and slab it around the mountain.
We needed people fuel. Gassed up, heading back out there, somehow………somewhere………there’s a place for us. Risk taker am I.
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