ok, where was I?
Oh yeah, I told them I was from California, right?
They picked me up at 7am and we made the drive to the "sportsmans access", about an hour and a half of twisting roads with lots of deer make a slow ride. Beautiful country with clouds clinging to the mtns, amazing.
I had the pre ride jitters, a good nervous feeling, not knowing what to expect. I did tell them to be gentle with me as this was our "first date".
D had a loop planned out that he had wanted to try, so off we went....
Wet dirt, cool temps, no other tracks but ours....good stuff! We started off up the smooth flowing single track and it was heaven. Came to the first obstacle and after watching them go over the dead deer, I took the line to the left through the roots and stalled it right over the stinky beast, aarrgghhh. Kick start over the belly and I'm off....fun and flowing then we popped out on the mountain side with a little bit of exposure.
I was feeling on top o the world, but that was only a few miles in....
We had also came across some Montana Conservation Corps hikers who were doing trail restoration and we thanked them for the rock/log supports at some of the washed out hooks on the trail
After that was more flowing st, I even found 4th gear a few times.
Hard to get a directional bearing when moss grows on all sides
I had asked permission to take some pics, but we didn't do too much stopping. Most pics are from the end of the trail, here is the first
That popped us out on a fire road, but the next trail was right there and off we went. I think that was my favorite trail, no pics til the end
My oldest tells me there's a real nice hot spring back a little ways, watch out for territorial elk.
We passed a couple guys on mini bikes around here, should have seen the look in their eyes as they hurried off the st, didn't know how they got up there until M said the next section was so easy even a car could do it
Not a good day for the beach
A little bit of road and back in the trees
They are prettier when they are standing up
Where is a sawyer when you need one? (saw this days later)
We found a way around this one
Next up was the first swamp/flooded meadow. Black stinky mud. The hotline was not through the middle. Found a way around that one but not the next few, got stuck up to the airbox in one but a quick dismount-pick up the rear wheel-give it gas while muck walking got me out fairly quick. No stopping for pics because we had miles to go before dark set in....
Back to the flow
Came upon an old hunters camp, we didn't rest long as the skeeters smelled us and were dive bombing
Down the right and up the left, now the fun is over
Lightning Ridge in a thunderstorm, burnt trees all around, loose, rocky and nasty. Hard work. I was pretty much done at this time. Where is the fire road? No such luck, halfway done, one obstacle/section at a time, keep moving so I don't have to sleep with the wolves.....
I have never fallen so much. Luckily I was with two great guys who are also great riders. It was D's idea to do this loop, so I let him ride my bike a few times (after I collected my dirt samples) in the sake of time management. Here is the man in action
I did rejet but should have regeared also, alot of crawling in 1st/2nd...
That was the last of my pics as things just got worse (for me) from there. Beautiful single track overgrown with bushes and trees soaking to the boots. Hiding logs, rocks, g outs and everything else from view. Body slamming unexpectedly. Goggles and glasses worthless in the rain. I'll never forget hitting that big rock on a climb and holding my bars while the bike did a 180 with a twist above my head, perfect landing.
I started getting my groove back (keep feet on the pegs, keep feet on the pegs mantra) and actually amazed myself by cleaning several consecutive sections and this one nasty rooty rocky switchback, well almost.....the left guard kissed the tree as I came around and I did one of those slow motion, oh no going to snap a femur between bike and tree drop kind of moments....eject! Perfect front dive into tuck and roll get up laughing moment. What about my bike?
I was too beat to take my camera out, wish I had as that move can not be duplicated....D couldn't resist taking his cellcam out as he had never seen anything like it...they will be talking about this Cali boy for a while.
No more pics as I did good just to make it back alive. The last descent had me dry coasting to save fuel and when I bumped it I got loose and almost lost the bike to a 2k steeep drop....front wheel a foot off the downhill side, nasty. I did laugh because what else can you do?
Back at the truck 7pm, 10 hours, 70 miles. 2 cups of water per boot.
Home at 11, no one was worried, they just wanted to go to the house we had rented for the next few days so off we went.....
Hot tub and bbq on the back deck overlooking the trail into the forest, sleeps 8
I did ride the next day, but just enough to dry the bike off after a wash. We needed a break from riding! Sore and bruised for a good 2 days......
Friday we did some exploring in BNF, taking double single track roads over quite a few ridges until the brush got too thick, no pics.
Camping in style
Saturday was the wedding, a day without riding?
Sunday I took off by myself early, found the back way to 8th Street, Bogus and some un named st..... and then hit the long road home
Didn't see another deer until one came crashing out of the bush at Suset Blvd/405 fwy, I swear he looked right at me and I knew what he was thinking, "let's go back".