After a recent rain dumped all over SoCal, it was time to ride. I ended up going solo for this one. It’s too bad that nobody else could make it because it was a perfect day out there.
Playing around in the hills a bit before heading to the washes. That’s Harper Dry Lake under a cover of fog.
I was looking for a wash, but a wash found me.
No problem. I’ll just follow it to the main one just ahead.
This was a different wash that I caught much farther down. It was at least two cars wide and fast flowing. No time for pictures.
Same wash. It went back pretty far and got narrower and muddier. This is where I stopped. It kept going, but was afraid of climbing waterfalls with wet, muddy tires all alone. Shit can happen, so I turned around and stayed on the easier stuff.
67 miles of wet singletrack, washes and hills. I’m going to be feeling this ride for most of the next week.
Playing around in the hills a bit before heading to the washes. That’s Harper Dry Lake under a cover of fog.
I was looking for a wash, but a wash found me.
No problem. I’ll just follow it to the main one just ahead.
This was a different wash that I caught much farther down. It was at least two cars wide and fast flowing. No time for pictures.
Same wash. It went back pretty far and got narrower and muddier. This is where I stopped. It kept going, but was afraid of climbing waterfalls with wet, muddy tires all alone. Shit can happen, so I turned around and stayed on the easier stuff.
67 miles of wet singletrack, washes and hills. I’m going to be feeling this ride for most of the next week.