It was a little early in the season, so I really wasn't sure if the route was passable. None of the locals had made it through the pass. If I can't get through, that would mean retracing 70k just to get back to Harrison Lake, failure was not an option for me.
Luckily someone made this bridge the week before. Not too bad.
Then they made a rougher bridge a little further on.
This was as far as any rider had been up to this point. I think I can do this.
The bears were giving me stinkeye.
I thought I had made it. I have never ridden here before. Now what? A friggin landslide.
A quick walk around and I find a line through, I make it.
Not so fast.
A few more kilometers up the hill and this.
A miles worth of virgin snowdrift, no tracks, and no telling if there is more up the road.