You said, "I had to weave around branches and rocks, loose dirt, tree trunks and holes in the ground to get to my campsite. I was wishing I had a dirt bike and was determined not to drop it twice in one day. When I finally found my site some stupid kid that worked there came up to me and said, “you sure look nervous to be riding that thing.” I wanted to punch the little fucker."
I just about spit my Special K all over my iPad..
Thanks for posting another day's ride. Just a great narrative. You do have a gift for the written word.