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- San Marcos, Texas
- First Name
- Steve
- Last Name
- Pylant
I’m still alive. Having to do some mental gymnastics to trick myself into breaking camp and crawling back in the saddle. Him just rolled his eyes at me. Ate my breakfast down by the river and saw a bald eagle cruise up the river about 10’ off the surface, couldn’t get my camera moving fast enough. So I trimmed my nails instead.
My brain did some Chris Farley cartwheels and it seemed to work, the cogs started moving a little. Starting to see signs of life in our camp.
We had some options on some harder stuff. We elected an out and back single track. Not sure it was the best choice, but it’s what happened none the less. We left our camping stuff and tried to run it semi stripped, but still with tools and stuff. Bummer that we had full desert tanks. Trail started off nice, like they always do.
Then the smack down commenced. It was classic steep, rutted, rocked and switchbacked. Drops started happening.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit methamph…..13/50 gearing. This one had Grape pinned under the bike. I set my bike down to come help.
Then this one got me got me, took me down, bike stalled and I could not stop sliding backwards. Always fun getting going again.
“Let’s call it….if there is one more switchback created by Lucifer, we’ll call it. Wait, I think we are about at the top.”
Wasn’t sure if I was coming to help pick the bike up or do a chalk outline.
“I don’t want to quit this close.” We finally broke out of the major ascent and got some bliss.
Amazing views, you can see the Tetons in the background.
We made it, this old fire lookout. Pretty spectacular.
And no, my rear tire is not half wore out and causing me issues. Shut your mouth, it is half brand new and making things more interesting.
We started the descent back down, it was just as interesting.
Nothing to see here.
We walked them down a couple of the gnarly sections, or dropped them down.
Ok, we’re down the mountain. “Quit taking my **** picture!” Love you bro!
That was the first hour and a half of the morning!
My brain did some Chris Farley cartwheels and it seemed to work, the cogs started moving a little. Starting to see signs of life in our camp.
We had some options on some harder stuff. We elected an out and back single track. Not sure it was the best choice, but it’s what happened none the less. We left our camping stuff and tried to run it semi stripped, but still with tools and stuff. Bummer that we had full desert tanks. Trail started off nice, like they always do.
Then the smack down commenced. It was classic steep, rutted, rocked and switchbacked. Drops started happening.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit methamph…..13/50 gearing. This one had Grape pinned under the bike. I set my bike down to come help.
Then this one got me got me, took me down, bike stalled and I could not stop sliding backwards. Always fun getting going again.
“Let’s call it….if there is one more switchback created by Lucifer, we’ll call it. Wait, I think we are about at the top.”
Wasn’t sure if I was coming to help pick the bike up or do a chalk outline.
“I don’t want to quit this close.” We finally broke out of the major ascent and got some bliss.
Amazing views, you can see the Tetons in the background.
We made it, this old fire lookout. Pretty spectacular.
And no, my rear tire is not half wore out and causing me issues. Shut your mouth, it is half brand new and making things more interesting.
We started the descent back down, it was just as interesting.
Nothing to see here.
We walked them down a couple of the gnarly sections, or dropped them down.
Ok, we’re down the mountain. “Quit taking my **** picture!” Love you bro!
That was the first hour and a half of the morning!
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