After a week of 100% humidity and some rain up top, we needed to check out the forest...
Krusty’s chauffeur dropped him off at my house before 6 and The Tubinator and I already had bikes loaded. I took the sardine-position in the back seat and we pointed the truck north. No wind, ideal temps in the staging zone. Plenty of camping units but not many riders out. I said that it would be perfect weather … as long as the XR650 will start … it didn’t, but it was. It finally came to life after about 39 kicks and a few animated gestures. Did some ST out of the staging area and up a ridge. We all seemed to have similar carb issues up on the ridge with all that moist air until someone said “fuel screw” … it was a magic moment. After a couple miles, I noticed my GPS dropped out and soon after the magic button wouldn’t bring the WR to life … CRAP, I gotta kick that thingy on the right side now. Got to the zone, stashed gas and gained some elevation. Perfect wet dirt on all north-facing trails so decided to try out the new Hero ...
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After a quick jet down-size and stringing together a series of trails, we were cresting 7500 foot elevation. Zooking through the tight trees, the same branch that almost ripped my helmet off the last time snagged me again! Tubinator whips out his saw and neutered it for me ... problem solved. Finished off a 30 mile loop up top and decided to drop-in to the Ponderosa. Met “The Kingpin” of OHV-friendly land sales sporting a “piss on the Sierra Club” shirt … God bless America. Patron shots capped the day and it was time to bail. On the way down, we ran into one very pissed-off Western D-back. He really wanted to play by the sound of his 10-stack rattle.
Western Diamondback...
VERRRRRY pissy attitude...
Krusty’s chauffeur dropped him off at my house before 6 and The Tubinator and I already had bikes loaded. I took the sardine-position in the back seat and we pointed the truck north. No wind, ideal temps in the staging zone. Plenty of camping units but not many riders out. I said that it would be perfect weather … as long as the XR650 will start … it didn’t, but it was. It finally came to life after about 39 kicks and a few animated gestures. Did some ST out of the staging area and up a ridge. We all seemed to have similar carb issues up on the ridge with all that moist air until someone said “fuel screw” … it was a magic moment. After a couple miles, I noticed my GPS dropped out and soon after the magic button wouldn’t bring the WR to life … CRAP, I gotta kick that thingy on the right side now. Got to the zone, stashed gas and gained some elevation. Perfect wet dirt on all north-facing trails so decided to try out the new Hero ...
After a quick jet down-size and stringing together a series of trails, we were cresting 7500 foot elevation. Zooking through the tight trees, the same branch that almost ripped my helmet off the last time snagged me again! Tubinator whips out his saw and neutered it for me ... problem solved. Finished off a 30 mile loop up top and decided to drop-in to the Ponderosa. Met “The Kingpin” of OHV-friendly land sales sporting a “piss on the Sierra Club” shirt … God bless America. Patron shots capped the day and it was time to bail. On the way down, we ran into one very pissed-off Western D-back. He really wanted to play by the sound of his 10-stack rattle.
Western Diamondback...
VERRRRRY pissy attitude...
... lots of excuses I haven't begun to use yet.
And moist dirt too double drool!! 
my kind of snake though.
that looks like some awsome singletrack
Yea where is that ??
Im out for a while I think. 
The SUN is NOT shining these days